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Chapter I - Bad Moon Rising

Percy Dolarhyde x f!Reader

Summary: Moving to the town of Absolution has brought nothing but trouble. An arranged marriage to a certain son of the colonel doesn’t go down too well, especially as he’s an ass. How does your business cope with all the shenanigans? Will your relationship with Mr Dolarhyde remain rocky, or can either of your hearts be tamed?

Warnings: prostitution, swearing, alcohol, arranged marriage, eventual smut

A/N: Percy Dolarhyde brain rot, my Dano obsession seems to be circling his characters at the moment! But I actually have a thought out story with this so stay tuned for more content! Enemies to lovers is one of my favourite tropes so buckle up, save a horse and ride a cowboy!

The desert town of Absolution was a bustling town in New Mexico filled with stores, bars and of course, cowboys. It was a small, dishevelled place, but it was called home by many.

You weren't native to Absolution, in fact your home town was a little haven called Sparrowdale, a good 40 miles away from your current residence. You were relocated here by your father, Mr Noah Langtree, who was a respected tradesman and cattleman. Apparently he had business with the infamous Col. Woodrow Dolarhyde which required him to move into the town itself; this made your business affairs rather difficult. As a successful bar keeper (and guardian of women of the night) you had to move everything to this isolated town, including your girls. Back in Sparrowdale, you had connections you wouldn’t otherwise have, you built a rapport with its citizens and the ‘higher ups’ as an entertainment bar; which meant you were questioned less on its “entertaining activities” - all of this dissolved overnight thanks to your father's impulsive decisions.

What had made it worse was his intentions towards you and a certain son of the colonel.

"Absolutely not"

"You haven't even met him yet"

"And neither will I"

Your arms are folded, a scowl on your face as you stare your father down from the other side of the dinner table.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you need to understand that its not easy..." your father raises his hands defensively, you take none of it.

"You didn't even ask me first"

It came to you quite appallingly when you discovered your arranged marriage to a Mr Percy Dolarhyde, apparently the colonel had insisted and "twisted" your fathers hand. It would strengthen the family businesses, making both your father and Col. Woodrow extremely rich; your father just had to sacrifice you.

"I knew you'd say no darlin', but with this deal it could mean that we have a better life!"

"As if we weren't living a satisfactory life as it is? I mean look at me pa! I’m a respected business woman, you don’t come across those every day!" This was very true, you had lived very comfortably under the Langtree’s business, and even more so when you opened the bar. Being the only child, you were able to purchase most things you desired - jewellery, books, clothing, and you never went a day starved or parched. The two surviving family members have a steady income, and even if you didn’t have a job, it would still be more than enough! What more could your father possibly want?

"We are, but sweetheart I ain't gettin' any younger and I don't wanna see you alone…or like your girls" His voice sounds weepy, you didn't want to show any sympathy but part of you felt for the man. You suppose that he himself is lonely after your mother’s passing and wishes for you to not experience a companionless life.

“My girls aren’t alone, I’m not alone. We’re rather happy, thank you very much” you insist, your father lets out a long sigh and wipes his hand across his face.

“But years down the line you’ll look back and wish you’d have a youngun’ of your own. And your ‘business’ may be solid now but a husband can support you if things go wrong and I can’t always be there to take care of you”

You consider his words, not that you particularly wanted any children (lets face it, your job isn’t really appropriate for kids) and a husband sounds…awful. You did however understand the necessity of a spouse, especially as a woman in the world you live in. Whilst in thought, your father reaches to hold your hand with a sullen look; you allowed it and held him tight in your palm.

"Just meet him once, if you really don't get on..." your father sighs once more. "Then I will call it off. But promise me you'll try with this boy, okay?"

"It's a deal papa" you reluctantly shake his hand, if Percy was anything like you heard, then the marriage will be over before it even began.

2 days pass after your agreement, you and your father were invited to the Dolarhyde estate where you'd meet Percy and Col. Woodrow for the first time. It was a social gathering, a party if you will, for all the business men in the area; though, this could only mean alcohol was involved. Great, meeting your potential future husband for the first time and he could be black out drunk. One of the stories you were told about this harasser of Absolution was his insatiable desire for booze. No doubt he also took advantage of many an escort. Although you made sure your girls were (mostly) clean, you couldn’t speak for the pre-existing prostitutes of the town, so whatever diseases Percy had, you were sure to share; just imaging it made you feel repugnantly sick.

Throwing on your violet dress, you make sure to look presentable; not for Percy who will in no doubt forget even meeting you after today, but for your father's business partners and associates. You wanted to give your father a good reputation, your mother would say "a pretty face makes for pretty business".

Staring at the mirror, you check yourself out, brushing off any wrinkles and even lowering the neckline to accentuate your bust; it made you feel like a piece of meat but you were dressed to impress.

"You look just like your mother" you hear you father chime through the door, you turn to give him a smile. "You got her eyes…and my stubbornness” he reaches forward and places a gentle hand to your face. As much as your father had placed you in such a shit situation, he was your pa, and he loved you dearly as you did him.

"Here, I got you somethin" out of his bag, he pulls out a delicate bottle of perfume. "I hope you like it"

Thanking him, you immediately (and excitedly) spray yourself with it - it has lovely notes of rose and lavender, a floral combination that reminded you of your mother.

"That smells so nice! I love it pa, thank you" you give him a warm hug, it at least had put you in a cheerier mood.

Arriving at the estate, your carriage pulls outside of a rather large building; much larger than your home. You can somewhat understand your father's appeal of the place and the desire to own one himself. You could hear a rabble coming from the back where the party was taking place, spotting a few people dotted around; the ladies in particular had dolled up, making you feel a little insecure.

You internally slap yourself, you didn't really care what you looked like before and neither will you now. You felt that the girls you housed in your bar were infinitely more beautiful than you and it never mattered before. ‘Get it together Miss Langtree’. Eyes shift to the sky, although the weather was sunny, over in the horizon you saw storm clouds rolling in; you took this as a bad omen.

“I hear hurricanes a-blowin, something about this feels like trouble, pa” you pout

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N, it’ll be fine. Now, straight back, head held high and give us a big ol’ smile” your father draws an invisible line over his lips as he pulls an exaggerated, toothy grin.

You could only sigh and let out a rather noticeably fake smile, but it was good enough for your pa.

“Mr and Miss Langtree?” You hear a young man great you, he was a smallish fellow with many missing teeth. “I was told to bring yer round the back, Mr Dolarhyde said to take ya’ll right to him”

“Thank you kindly, uh…”

“Otis, just call me Otis”

“Alrighty then Otis” Your father tilted his hat towards the man before linking his arm with yours. For some reason, you could feel him shake under your grip, was he nervous? The colonel was known for being quite ruthless, but you’d never take your father to be a scared man. Maybe the rumours were true; the mere thought had you trembling a little, what if Percy was like his father?

As you walked around the building, you took note of all the trees and foliage, they certainly tarted up the place, supposing its because they were extremely rich. You hoped to one day have a nice garden of your own with lots of flowers and maybe even a cherry tree. Your eyes gaze over many a face, lots of fancy looking folk mixed with less fancy looking folk; all seemingly staring at you and your dad, you were strangers after all.

“Sir its the Langtree’s” Otis called over to an older gentleman, he was very tall with grey hair and a sandy hat; this was Woodrow Dolarhyde.

“Welcome welcome, its great to see you again Mr Langtree…” Woodrow shook your fathers hand with a half smile, he had a serious yet amused tone in his voice. “…and you must be the lovely Miss Y/N Langtree, its a pleasure to meet you” he held out his hand to yours, you take it and are surprised by a quick kiss to your knuckles. Mr Dolarhyde’s presence was incredibly intimidating, though you couldn’t help but blush a little, you could tell he would’ve been quite handsome in his younger years.

“I believe the pleasure is all mine Mr Dolarhyde” you give a cute little curtesy before taking back your hand.

“A polite lil’ thing aren’t ya? But please, call me Woodrow. And can I say, you smell like a bed o’ roses” he lets out a low chuckle.

“Why thank you, my pa gifted me some perfume just for the occasion”

”Well ain’t you just sunshine and rainbows” Woodrow dryly jokes, he turns to your father and gives him a knowing look. “I assume your daddy’s given you the news of our…plans” he awkwardly rests a hand on the back of his neck and gives you a sympathetic smile.

“I have indeed sir” your father blurts, the nerves beginning to get the better of him. “Go on” he whispers and nudges you towards the colonel.

“I uh yes, yes he has” Your father’s nerves were rubbing off on you, now you understood why your father wasn’t able to put up much an objection to this proposal.

“Percy!” Woodrow shouted, it was sudden and rather aggressive; both you and your father jump at his words. “Percy, boy where the hell are ya?” He bellowed once more. You look around and see a stumbling lanky young man emerge from the bushes, followed by a giggling young girl who quickly runs away from the scene. ‘Hmm an excellent start’ you think to yourself.

“Percy the fuck are you doin” Woodrow quietly grunted at his son. You look at this mess of a man, greasy hair, dopey sad eyes and crooked teeth (at least he had all of them). Despite this, he was an oddly attractive man, given that he could do with a good scrub and brushed hair; he had a bit of a baby face and was very tall, towering above your party. The thing that puts you off the most though was this strong stench of alcohol. Perfect! Just as you envisioned, an alcoholic with greedy eyes for women. This engagement was as good as finished.

“This is my son, Percy Dolarhyde, Percy this is Noah and Y/N Langtree” Woodrow attempts to introduce his son, Percy looks between you and your pa and gives you both a pursed smile.

“Howdy” was all he could muster, he was rather tipsy at this point as his body swayed from left to right.

“Ahem” your father coughed in his chest, nudging you once more.

“A pleasure to meet you…Mr Dolarhyde” you say through gritted teeth, giving a slow and frustrated curtesy, Percy didn’t respond. All he could do was look at your breasts, this irritated you to no end. Woodrow stared up at the boy and gave him a firm and discrete punch in the arm.

“Oh, oh yeah uh nice to meet you too and all that” Percy tips his hat before his eyes looked away from your party, either out of awkwardness or searching for that young girl he was having a nice time with behind those bushes earlier. You could hear alarm bells in your mind, he kind of looked like a rag doll, and you wanted to shake him like one.

“So Miss Langtree, your father tells me that you are a business owner. What is it that you do?” Woodrow enquires, your father gives him a look of panic.

“I-”

“She’s an bar keeper!” Your dad interrupts, a pained grin on his lips

“I also provide a source of entertainment” you add

“Like what?”

“Mostly singing isn’t it darlin? Your girls are extremely talented”

“Girls?” Percy’s head swivels back to the conversation, Woodrow gives him another swift punch, at this rate he’ll give his son a dead arm.

“Yeah…when we came to Absolution, I brought all 7 of my girls. They’re either singers or dancers and-”

“They entertain at the bar!” Your father interrupts once more. You weren’t ashamed of the girls at all, what they have to do to survive in this world is their business and their business alone, all you could do is provide them shelter, food and a bed; and just for a few hours at the weekend they earn their keep to stay under your roof. Each girl is assigned a bedroom in your establishment, it cost a pretty penny but you had luckily saved enough to buy a building large enough for the girls to stay comfortably.

Woodrow looks you up and down, somewhat catching onto what kind of “entertainment” these girls get up to; which he doesn’t necessarily mind or care (especially after seeing a good few himself) but he wasn’t sure how well this will end with his son. Percy was the kind of person to divulge in anything he wants, not that Woodrow would ever stop him, he was his pride and joy but…in terms of business it wouldn’t look too good.

“Well I am sure we will have to pay a visit sometime and watch ya’ll perform. When do you open?”

“Yeah we’ll be sure to check them pretty ladies out” Percy drunkenly giggles, you give him a look of disgust, damned are you to allow him into your bar.

“Well I wanted my girls and I to settle in first, no doubt you’ve probably seen one of em’ walk about the town and explore. I intend to have a grand opening in a couple of weeks, give or take” You smile politely

“Well you better be prayin’ each night cuz you’ll have to compete with our good ol’ Gold Leaf” Percy spat, feeling rather defensive of his usual drinking spot. You swallow your anger before articulating an answer which didn’t come across as rude.

“I am sure the Gold Leaf has a well enough reputation to keep its loyal customers, just as I will gain mine. Plus I don’t know what entertainment the Gold Leaf has, but they certainly don’t have gals from Sparrowdale singin’ and dancin’ in revealin dresses”

“Reavealin??” Percy’s eyes widen with excitement, Woodrow rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed groan.

“Excuse me for a moment…Percy the fuck you playin’ around for?” Mr Dolarhyde grabs Percy by the scruff of his neck and pulls him aside to give him a good telling off. In the meantime, you turn to your father and give him a stern but amused look, a look to say ‘I told you so’.

“He’s uh…quite the catch huh?” Your father awkwardly chuckles.

“Clearly”

There is an awkward silence, you look between your father and over to the Dolarhydes who were arguing under hushed voices. You could overhear Percy whine something along the lines of “but I don’t wanna get married”. What a baby.

“So how do you feel if I stayed an independent woman for the rest of my life?” You half joked, your father rolled his shoulders back in attempts to collect himself.

“Come on sweetheart, give him a chance”

“I have! And look at him! You expect me to marry that?! Delusional” You furrow a brow, all you wanted to do was walk out, but you knew too much was at stake.

“Listen to me Y/N, he isn’t much of a man - and that’s a good thing”

You are somewhat taken aback by what your father said, he rests his hands on your shoulders and looks at you intently.

“A weak man is easy to control, a drunk man even easier. You may not love him, heck, you may not even like him but with you runnin the bar and him drinking all day at the Gold Leaf, you’ll barely see him. Now this is an entirely transactional wedding, I know its not great but imagine the benefits. You will be MRS Dolarhyde, the town will respect you and you’ll be well protected. If anything, do this for yourself, you could really take advantage of this”

Finally, a point that’s worth considering - when he puts it like that, it could actually be a good thing after all. Imagine if the Gold Leaf somehow outdid your bar, the girls would have to be let go, they would have to fend for themselves in a town they barely know. Having a husband in the Dolarhyde family would sure have its perks, if not a guaranteed safety net. ‘Fuck! I’d even marry Woodrow for that kind of stability’ you thought.

Giving Percy one last glance before sacrificing your freedom, you nod in agreement. You take your father’s hands off your shoulders and hold them in yours, stroking his palms and giving him a brave smile.

“I’m not happy about this but…you’re right. I accept”

“Accept what?” You hear Woodrow ask as he walks over, Percy sorrowfully following close behind him

“To opening the Sweetwater earlier than schedule. I believe the sooner we open my bar, the sooner I get acquainted to the town’s folk!” You lie, it was convincing enough though.

“Sweetwater? Is that the name of your establishment” Woodrow smirks, “I like it…listen here, I don’t want you to get a bad lookin’ of my son here. He can be mighty fine when sober so waddaya say to a little rendezvous tomorrow when Percy’s had his kip?”

You push down all initial negative thoughts, biting your lip you look up at Percy who is somewhat scowling at you. ‘The fuck’s he starin at?’ You thought, it took everything in your power not to throttle him.

“I would be delighted” you smile sweetly if not patronisingly “though I must see how my girls are doing at some point”

“Y’know what, I got an idea. How ‘bout I’ll swing by with Percy here and we can check it out, considering we’ll be your sponsors from now on. Gotta support the family business right?”

You curl your toes in your shoes, calling you family already? You certainly weren’t ready for your girls to meet your husband and father-in-law to be, but alas, you agree to the arrangement.

“Great, now how about we leave these two love birds to get acquainted whilst we talk, there’s a lot to discuss. Mr Langtree, may I?” Woodrow pulls your father away and you are left internally screaming with a scarecrow of a person.

You glance up at him a couple of times, he hasn’t said anything yet and the tension is thick.

“I know this is probably not what you want…” you begin calmly

“It’s not”

You wanted to punch him so badly, you grasp your fists together tightly.

“But its the cards we’ve been dealt with, so we might as well play along” your body is tense, you really don’t want to be here. Remembering the words of your father, you adjust your shoulders, head held high and you gave Percy a strong, confident look. “Mr Dolarhyde…”

“Percy, just call me Percy. Everyone does”

“MR Dolarhyde, I will be frank. If you don’t get in my way, I won’t get in yours. You do whatever you please and I will do whatever I please. We don’t get in each other’s shit, and we will get along just swimmingly. Okay?”

“Fine by me, bitch”

Your eyes burn into him, if looks could kill, this man would be dead in an instant. As you were at a party so you didn’t want to cause a commotion, you calm yourself before saying anything.

“Less with the attitude or I’ll slit both your neck and your balls you hear me? Call me that again and you’ll be a dead man” You whisper a threat, he gulps and gives you a slightly nervous expression. “I’ve dealt with men far worse than you, I have fought with my bare hand with men twice your size off of my girls so don’t try me Mr Dolarhyde”

“Gee whizz, you are one scary woman. I heard ya loud and clear - just don’t go blowin’ your head off or anything” Even though he was pretty sure he was well protected by his father, there was something in your eye that believed your warning.

At the end of the day you left the party in higher spirits, you had made yourself quite the first impression; never fuck with a Langtree, especially not the owner of the Sweetwater bar. Percy didn’t quite know what to think, he knew he disliked you; thought you were a little freak. But much like you, he had agreed to the wedding out of duty for his father, and chose not to tell anyone about your threat.

Your pa had questioned the smug grin on your face as you got into the carriage, you didn’t explain why, just that you had found your footing and established order between you and Percy.

#paul dano #danocel #danonation #percy dolarhyde #Percy Dolarhyde x reader #cowboys vs aliens #cowboys and aliens #cowboys and aliens x reader

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violetarks · 6 months

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keysmash-pizzaplex · 5 months

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I love how creative the DCA fandom is and all the AUs are super cool! But I wish y'all would tag your AU fics "AU" so I can find the closer to canon fics when I'm in the mood 😅

#don't get me wrong #I love me some cowboy/sleuth/ghost/alien/cryptid/mafia/etc jesters #but sometimes I wanna read some biblically accurate dca fics #and filtering out the AU tag on ao3 but still having most fics be tagged '1920s' 'sun/moon are aliens' 'smoon are ghosts' etc is frustrating #you can include those tags too bc knowing what kind of au is great!#but PLEASE I'm BEGGING you to tag the basic 'AU' tag #fnaf #fnaf dca #dca x reader #dca x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #moon x y/n #moon x reader #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun x y/n #fnaf sun and moon

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danosrosegarden · 7 months

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calling shots - percy dolarhyde x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day eight. prompt: brat taming. 🎃}

{contains: switchy/rough penetrative sex (genitals/gender not specified), mild hair pulling, male masturbation, and orgasm denial.}

☽ Maybe you really did hate Percy. Maybe some smoldering, angry bricks of burning hot enmity were aflame in the deep, dank cave of your heart. He was just so fucking aggravating...that stupid, smug smirk of his lit a fire in your belly that licked at your guts and made you tremble with rage.

☽ Perhaps what got under your skin the most was when he decided to poke fun at you and prod at your weak spots; it was always when you had stripped bare for him and somehow, once again, found yourself on all fours. You cursed yourself, stamped on your own foot thinking about all the times you'd let him get away with calling you his good little whore, his pretty little slut, simply offering a laughable moan in response to his acid-laced jabs.

☽ Maybe he'd chuckle at first when you finally got the courage one night to pin his wrists down and growl in his ear. I've had just about enough of your disrespect, Dolarhyde. But don't think for a second that a shockwave of red-hot realization didn't just coarse through his body...he likes seeing you put up a racket, try your hand at taking control. He can't let you know that, though, and he's flipping you back under him, leaving you to squirm under his tight grip.

☽ "That's cute, darlin'. But I think you're forgettin' who's callin' shots here."

☽ You won't give up without a fight, though it's difficult to claim dominance when he's pounding into you. It's not your fault it's so hard to bite back your mewls when he's the one slamming against your sweet spot, kissing it with rough thrusts over and over until your eyes were rolling back into your head.

☽ "F-fuckin' can't stand you." The words dribbled from your mouth like drool, a sloppy, jumbled mess.

☽ You whine when he suddenly stops thrusting and gives the roots of your hair a harsh tug. "Say sorry." "Go to hell." You almost laugh at how instant the retort came spitting out from your gritted teeth.

☽ He lets go of your hair and sends you back with a tumbling shove. "That's all you're getting from me, then. Ain't takin' your shit tonight, I can help myself." And he does, his big, tanned hand reaching down to give himself strong, steady pumps.

☽ If you had the energy, you'd swat his hand away, push him down, and ride him until he was arching and pleading to finish inside you. But you'd already gotten a sweet, juicy taste of the rugged bliss of him inside of you; damned if you weren't going to finish around him, make him quiver and whimper as you tighten up and dig your nails into his back. The only way to capture what you wanted was to surrender.

☽ "I'm sorry," you mumbled. Percy's hand ceased pumping as he looked up and cocked a brow. "What was that?"

☽ "I said I'm sorry," you said louder, the frustration bubbling in your gut just as the warm knot of pleasure began sizzling inside of you once more. "I'm your good little whore, Perc, your pretty little slut. Just fuck me, damn it!"

☽ There it was...that condescending smirk spread wide across his face. "My pretty little slut, huh? Prove it." He stalks over to you. Maybe it was fun to fight back, but it was a thrilling, breath-snatching, hair-raising blast to accept your fate as putty in his hands.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #percy dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #percy dolarhyde x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 | 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | when percy is returned to earth, he doesn’t remember his father, his friends, or you. you’re tasked with reminding your husband of all the memories he lost. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | percy dolarhyde (cowboys and aliens, 2011) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— fingering (f!receiving), slight dom!percy, pain kink, breeding kink, housewife kink (kinda), creampie, reunion sex, mentions of arranged marriage, reader and percy have a history of fighting, memory loss 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | this is @mustyrosewater‘s fault blame her but also *pushes hair behind ear* hey percy what’s up // taglist blog: @cremebruhleewrites

“Percy!” you cried, searching the crowd of lethargic people for him. Colonel Dolarhyde led the way, and, the moment you saw your husband, you couldn’t help the cry that left your throat. He looked exhausted, his several-day ordeal having been taxing, no doubt, covered in dirt and grime, blood dried by his ears. Those big green eyes of his were blown out to almost nothing, his hair curled behind his ears. Your poor Perce had been through a lot, and you couldn’t stop yourself from running to him and hugging him tightly. “Jesus, honey, I thought I lost you!” You nestled your head under his chin and, even though he stunk something awful, you didn’t want to let go. Percy was safe, Percy was alive, and Percy was home.

His arms went around you, his grip strong but almost hesitant, as if he were afraid that you would disappear if he moved too fast. You didn’t even want to think about the nasty things you had said to him when you saw him last, the night he was taken up into that odd ship in the sky. You had stood outside his cell at the sheriff’s department and berated him for his foolhardy actions with the gun that day, and he had fought back, as always. You had never really liked Percy; you had grown up in Absolution, Arizona, the smallest of small towns, only alive because of Colonel Dolarhyde’s cattle route, and you had learned several months prior that you were engaged to the colonel’s son, whether you wanted to be or not. Back then, you absolutely hated Percy. He was annoying, entitled, and he thought that he was better than everybody else in Absolution, and he didn’t have any issue with reminding you of it. It seemed as if Percy was equally tolerant of the marriage as you were, not even bothering to show up to the small ceremony that your father had negotiated. Instead, you found him at the saloon, already drunk. That night was your very first fight, the first of many. Percy tried to act as if he intended to come to the wedding but had gotten the time wrong, and you didn’t believe him for a second. “Just admit to me that you don’t care enough about me to even pretend to wanna be married!” you told him.

“Maybe I don’t!” Percy told you, his words slurred together. “Maybe I don’t wanna be married, ya think of that? I’m ‘bout as happy about this as you are, and, y’know, if there’s some way I could manage my way outta this, I’d do it! Being married to a bitch like you ain’t gonna prolong my life!”

That night was also the first night you laid with Percy. Somewhere during the night and during your yelling, you and Percy moved closer and closer and closer to each other until you were chest-to-chest, nose-to-nose, and the heat radiating off of his chest was too powerful to resist. You grabbed him by his cravat (silk, of course bought for him by his father) and dragged him into a kiss, and he instantly grabbed your face and kissed back. He tasted like whisky, and his body was hot as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist. The bed squeaked as Percy tossed you down, and he hurried to unbutton your dress and expose your skin to him. You had never been around a man who seemed like such an animal, and Percy fit the bill as he pulled off your dress and petticoats to reach your body. You hardly had time to unbutton Percy’s pants before he was turning you around and running his fingers along your cunt. “Look at that,” he laughed, biting at the skin of your neck. “Little whore’s all ready for me, even though you’re mad. Are ya really mad, darlin’, or are ya just pretendin’?”

“Shut up,” you told him, reaching behind you and digging your nails into the skin of his hip. He winced, biting harder at your neck, and you added, “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Percy?”

Percy laughed again. “Pretty girl using naughty words,” he said. “I like when my women get a little frisky, gets me all hot up under my collar. You wanna ask again? Nicer this time, though, Missus Dolarhyde.”

“God, just fuck me!” you cried, and his hand slammed over your mouth to keep you quiet as he pushed his hard cock into you. “Can’t fucking believe I’m letting you fuck me,” you added, muffled by his palm.

“Oh, believe it, darlin’,” Percy laughed. “God, your pussy feels so good, at least your father was right when he promised me a virgin.” And so, Percy fucked you, moaning into your neck and marking your skin with his teeth, and he apologized to you once you were leaking cum, both yours and his. “M’sorry,” he mumbled, laying with you on the bed and pushing your hair out of your face. “Maybe I didn’t care too much ‘bout gettin’ married, but you proved me wrong. I’ll love ya, darlin’, just as much as I can manage.” Then, his words from before finally sank in, and you sat up, pushing him away.

“My father promised me to you?” you repeated. “You knew about this from the start, you lied to me!”

But, as much as you fought and made up and fought again, you did love Percy. When he wasn’t drunk or acting like a damn fool, he was a good husband. His father’s wealth kept you well-fed and dressed, and Percy would bring you flowers when he came home in the evenings. He would wrap his arms around you as you made dinner and softly inquire about your day, and he would snuffle at your neck like a dog to make you laugh. Of course, the domestic nights were few and far between, and you typically spent your nights getting Percy out of whatever trouble he had found himself in, and then berating him for getting into trouble in the first place. Those nights, you followed your routine: you two would fight, then make angry, furious love, and then quietly promise each other to never fight again, until the next time Percy did something bad.

That’s why tears pricked at your eyes as Percy’s hug grew tighter and more confident around you, and you whispered, “Oh, thank God, Perce.”

Percy finally let you go, and his warm hand came up to cup your cheek, the way he always did before he kissed you. But he looked confused, like it was his first time making the movement. “Percy?” you whispered. “Honey, answer me, is something wrong?”

“Wh…” your husband began, his wife eyes flicking to his pa, then back to you. His pale cheeks grew red as he looked at you, never lifting his eyes from your mouth, and he finally said, “Who’re you?”

You sniffled as you laughed. “You and your jokes,” you whispered as you shook your head. “Now’s not the time, though, honey, are you hurt?”

“No,” Percy began. His voice was the same but slow and mumbling, like he was struggling to speak, and he said, “I don’t rem’mber much.. Who’re you?”

Percy was ravenous once you got him home, and he ate just about everything in your house. The house was small, but it was yours, and you sat at the dinner table as Percy ate. You watched him anxiously, hoping that something about the house— the smell of it, the look of the bed, the flowers on the counter or the pictures on the wall— would spark his memory, but he seemed wholly unaffected. “Thank you,” he mumbled once he was finished with his food, and you sighed.

“Perce,” you whispered, and you reached out for his hand. “Do you remember anything now?”

Your husband looked around the tiny one-room home, and he slowly shook his head. “I feel like I should,” he said. “Being home, but… But I can’t.” You sighed heavily, your chin wobbling as you held back tears, and Percy squeezed your hand. “I-I know I love you. I don’t gotta remember that, I already knew that. I know you’re my wife, but I don’t remember how we met or nothing.”

You pursed your lips, and you let your hand fall from Percy’s grip. “We were children,” you told him. “All the children in Absolution went to this one schoolhouse, and you were sat on the other side of the aisle from me. The-The boys were separated from the girls back then, probably for good reason. You… You used to tug on my braids and laugh at me when I got mad. My momma used to tell me it was because you liked me, and I guess, y’know… That’s true.”

“I’ve always liked you?” Percy asked.

“Apparently so,” you said, and Percy laughed softly.

“You are really pretty,” Percy told you. “How did I start courting you?”

“You really didn’t,” you shrugged. “Umm, I was told that our fathers arranged a marriage between us, but I later found out that…That you lied to me, and you were part of making the arrangements from the beginning.”

“Oh,” Percy mumbled. His thin eyebrows wrinkled together as he thought, and he said, “Am I usually like that? Lyin’ to you and all?”

You wanted to deny him and tell him no, but he deserved to know the truth. “Yes,” you said, and you watched his face fall. “You very regularly lie to me, yell at me, disrespect me… We fight a lot, nearly every day.”

“Oh, God,” Percy mumbled. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I’m sure I don’t mean it.”

You shrugged. “We just don’t like each other,” you told him. “It’s not a big deal, my mom and dad didn’t like each other either.”

“It shouldn’t be that way, though,” Percy said. “I mean, I must’a wanted to marry ya for some reason. There’s no way I just plain don’t like ya.”

You tried not to dwell on it for too long. You stood up and started to gather dishes, just as you did every night, but Percy stopped you. “Sit down,” he told you. “You’ve been runnin’ ‘round all day, I’ll do this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I-I usually do that.”

“Sounds like I’m a shit-poor husband,” Percy chuckled lightly, but you could tell he was in his head about it. “I don’t do nothin’ ‘round the house?”

“Sometimes you help me clean,” you said with a shrug. “You keep me company while I cook… Even though you’re just mostly in my way.” You smiled at your poor attempt at a joke, and then said, “You’re just never really around to do stuff for me.”

“Well, where the hell am I at, if not here?” Percy asked. He transferred all the dishes to the small washtub you had next to the stove, and he pulled up his pants a bit before he knelt down and gathered the slim bar of soap. It was a sight you had never seen before, and the thought that it was so unlike the Percy you knew brought tears to your eyes. However, when Percy heard your sniffles, he undoubtedly thought that the question was the cause of your distress. “Oh, little darlin’, please don’t cry, I don’t wanna make you cry.”

“You’re always at that damn saloon!” you sobbed finally, and Percy dropped the bar of soap into the water and came to your side, kneeling in front of you and resting his forehead against your knee. You had helped him wash all the blood and grime off of himself when you first got home, and his dark ginger hair was still drying, and it was damp to the touch when you carded your fingers through his hair. “And that’s why we fight, you come home drunk and you don’t give a damn ‘bout our home or ‘bout me… ‘Bout nothing!”

“I’m sorry,” Percy said softly. He looked up at you from his place on the floor, his big green eyes wet with tears, and he mumbled, “I-I remember something.”

“What is it?” you sniffled, and you hurried to wipe your cheeks dry. “What do you remember, honey?”

“I remember you sittin’ here, crying,” Percy started. “I don’t remember what about, but I was standin’ over there—” Percy gestured across the house, next to the bed, “And I was just… Bein’ plum awful to you. Callin’ ya names, accusing’ ya of being with other men… Jesus, I’m sorry. I don’t ever wanna make you feel bad like this again. I hate seein’ ya cry, baby, can you give me a smile?” His hands smoothed up your leg, pushing your skirt and petticoats just a little high to expose your knee, and he gently kissed your knee, covered by your cotton stocking. “What do I gotta do to see that smile?”

You were afraid to ask. Typically, that sort of request got you a laugh and a drunken “Fuckin’ do it yourself, slut”, and your heart hurt at the idea that this new Percy would react the same way as he used to. But you knew he wouldn’t, there was no way he could. “Will you…” you started, and you shook your head. It was too intimidating to even ask, even though he was your husband.

“Will I what, baby?” Percy asked. “What do you want? I’ll do anything to see your smile.”

“Just give me a kiss,” you said, even though that’s nowhere close to what you really wanted from him. “That’s all I want.”

Percy rose to his knees to reach your face, and his big, warm hands cupped your cheeks. Without a word of complaint, Percy leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, and you threw your arms around him and kissed back. It had been so long since Percy had just kissed you, and the feeling of his warm mouth was a better feeling that you could have ever remembered. Your dear husband was there, and he wasn’t ever going to leave. It warmed your heart, and you sniffled as you pulled away from his kiss. “Thank you, Percy,” you whispered, and you gently touched his face, smoothing your thumb down his cheek.

“When’s the last time I made love to you?” Percy asked. His hands lightly touched your knees and almost threatened to go higher, his forefinger and thumb capturing the edge of your dress.

“I think it was the night before you were taken,” you said. “You were drunk, and we fought, and we always made up by fuckin’.”

“No, no,” Percy said, shaking his head. “Proper made love to you? All nice and shit, the way you deserve to be treated. When was that?”

You had to think. You and Percy had been married for about a year, and you couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t drunk while you had sex. “Never, I think,” you said. “You were always drunk.”

“Always?” Percy repeated, and you nodded. “But not the first time, though, right?”

“Even the first time,” you said through your nod, and Percy looked off to the side. He obviously was holding back words, no doubt at his state as a husband, and he finally sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he told you firmly. “Ya hear me? I am sorry for the shit I’ve done to you, and I will be better for you. I’ve gotta be, what sorta man am I if I don't love you right? I promise you that I’ll do better.”

Percy’s fingers still played with your dress, and you leaned forward to meet him in a kiss again. He did more this time, though, his arms going around you and lifting you up to embrace him. He broke the kiss to bury his face in your neck, and he laid quick, hurried kisses to the skin that peaked above your collar. You could tell that he wanted to right all of his wrongs, this one included, and you carefully pushed him away in order to see his pretty face. Percy truly was beautiful, his high cheekbones and plump mouth all so inviting, and you whispered, “Percy, will you make love to me?”

Percy smiled, his blinking slow and pleased, and he said, “I was waiting for you to ask, darlin’.” He captured you in his arms again, and he pulled you back to him to kiss him. The kiss this time was messy and unbridled, your husband’s brutish animal side coming through. His arms were nice and tight around you as his tongue sneaked between your lips, and you couldn’t help but break the kiss to smile and giggle. “What’s so funny, darlin’?” Percy asked, setting a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You haven’t kissed me like this in a long time,” you told him, and Percy’s muddy green eyes twinkled as he lifted you up into his grip. He carried you nicely to the bed, just big enough for the two of you on the nights that Percy actually came home to sleep.

He set you down, the springs of the bed creaking underneath you, and he said, “All the more reason to do it, then.” Percy kissed you again, his warm hands sliding up your legs, and he began to roll down your stockings from your leg. His kisses moved from your mouth to your neck, and he abandoned your stockings to undo the buttons on your dress. His teeth nipped at your neck as he worked to unclothe you, and you helped him when his fingers struggled with the small buttons. Percy smiled into your neck, and he said, “I remember something.”

You gasped, and pulled his head from your neck, and you quickly asked, “What? What do you remember?”

“I remember…” Percy began, and he settled his face back in your neck, and he began to make little grunts and sniffles into your neck, biting and swiping his nose against your skin. He was doing his snuffling routine that always made you laugh and, just like before, you giggled and batted at his head playfully. “I remember ya liked that.”

“I do,” you told him. “It’s just funny.”

“Ya like it when I kiss your neck?” Percy asked, and his playful snuffles turned into nice kisses, his mouth open and his tongue laving your warm skin. A soft moan slipped from your mouth and you carded your fingers through Percy’s long hair and tugged as his teeth joined. You knew he was making little marks on your neck as he bit at you, but you just couldn’t tell him to stop.

Percy resumed his job of undressing you, working quickly to expose your bare skin to him, and your fingers rejoined his. Soon, your dress was loose enough to shuck down your body, and Percy kissed your skin the whole way down, every inch of flesh exposed to him being lavished by his tongue. “You taste good…” Percy mumbled against your breasts, and he carefully took your nipple between his front teeth. The sting of it made you gasp, but he soothed the sting with his warm tongue, and you moaned. “Sound good, too.”

You went to his clothes, unbuttoning his vest and shirt and pants, and you hurried to get him naked. Every inch of Percy was beautiful, and you hooked your legs around his waist once he was finally bare to you. His cock was hard, a sight for your sore, aroused eyes, and you dragged him into a messy and hurried kiss, all teeth and tongue. Your husband didn’t stop his hungry hands from feeling all over you, and you finally cried out when his fingers brushed your wet cunt. Your skin throbbed at his touch, and Percy smiled into your mouth.

“Ya miss me that much?” Percy chuckled. “All wet from the sight’a me, what a good little wife.”

You could tell that Percy was in no mood to take his time, and neither were you, so you were glad when Percy quickly pulled your legs open and spit down onto your cunt. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Gonna take my cock, sweet thing.”

“Percy,” you whimpered. Your hands touched his chest, feeling the sparse hair he had there, and you whined out, “Fuck me, Percy, please.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” Percy chuckled, and you smiled. Each passing second, he was becoming more and more like his old self, but the version of him that you liked, the version that brought you flowers and held you as you slept and cracked jokes. You remembered the old Percy loving it when you cursed, and it seemed that the new Percy liked it as well.

Percy held his cock in his hand and guided himself between your slick folds, and the stretch of your body around his thick, heavy cock had you moaning and letting your head fall back. Percy fixated on your neck again, kissing your skin and sinking his teeth into your flesh, and he slowly filled you with his cock. Every inch made you feel more lightheaded, and you grabbed at every part of him you could reach to urge him further in. Your fingers greedily claimed his hips and his shoulders and you kissed him the whole time. Your fingernails dug into his taut ass, his muscles flexing as he started to fuck into you, and he hissed through his teeth at the pain. You began to pull away, but Percy’s big hand grabbed you by the throat. “I didn’t tell ya to quit,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I-I thought it hurt,” you mumbled, and Percy’s hand squeezed your throat just enough for you to gasp. The feeling of your blood pulsing in your ears heightened the throbbing of your slick walls, and you could suddenly feel every inch of Percy’s rigid cock, splitting you open.

“It did,” he said. “But I ain’t say stop. Scratch me up all you want, little darlin’; I marked up your neck enough, you can do that.”

“Oh, God,” you groaned, and your hands flew up to your neck. You could already feel the tender skin bruising from his teeth and lips, and you added, “Your father’s gonna see that.”

“Fuck him,” Percy whispered. Swiftly, he situated a hand under your thighs, and he lifted your legs up, opening you up completely to him. “Been wantin’ to do this to ya for ages.”

“Do what?” you asked.

“Give you my baby,” Percy whispered on an exhale, grunting as he fucked you hard. The bed hit the wall with every aggravated thrust, and you dug your fingernails into his shoulders and back as you moaned. “Fuck, darlin’, comin’ home and seeing ya all big with my baby… Been waitin’ for me, making dinner, greetin’ me with a big kiss, lettin’ me feel him kick inside ya… I remember dreamin’ ‘bout this.”

“Oh, Percy,” you cooed. “You remembered something else!”

“It’s funny,” Percy began. “The longer I’m inside you, the more I’m rememberin’. Like, I remember wanting to have a son.”

“A son,” you echoed, and you pulled him into a gentle kiss. “I wanna give you a son, Percy. I’d love to do that.”

That seemed to renew some of Percy’s vigour, because his thrusts grew quicker and his grip tighter on your thighs. “M’gonna fuck ya so good,” Percy mumbled lowly, almost to himself. “And nine months from now, you’ll gimme that son we want.”

“I’ll give you everything you want,” you whispered to him, breathless from you nearing orgasm.

“I ain’t need everything,” Percy told you. You felt his cock throbbing inside you, threatening to spill at any moment, and you felt that familiar tingle in your own belly and legs. “I only need you, darlin’.”

“Percy, I’m gonna cum,” you whispered frantically, scratching down his back. Your husband groaned at the pain and hung his head, and you pushed his hair from his eyes as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven, each second growing closer and closer to his release. “Percy—”

“Come on, girl,” he huffed. “You can do it, fuckin’ cum for me. Cum for your husband.”

Your hands fell from his marked back and onto the bed, and you gripped the bedsheets for dear life as Percy fucked you. You didn’t feel like you were in control of your own body as your back arched up, and the hot fire in your belly dissipated as you came. It felt like heaven, and you felt Percy’s warm hand capture your face before he kissed you. The kiss was soft, not greedy or wanting anymore, and Percy gave a high, strangled moan into your mouth as he too finished. He stilled for just a moment, letting the feeling of it wash over him, and you felt his pulse heighten, his cock throbbing inside you.

After a moment’s respite, Percy began to weakly fuck into you, and the wet sound of it made your face burn in shame and a latent arousal. “Gotta make sure it takes,” he whispered against your lips, and he kissed you again. He hissed at the overstimulation on his cock, and you shushed him gently as you pulled him down to you, helping him lay down. Still inside you, he let his full weight settle on top of you, and you brushed back his hair and kissed the side of his face.

“Thank you, Perce,” you whispered. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“I remember something else,” Percy whispered in your ear.

“Oh yeah?” you asked. “What is it?”

“I love you,” he told you. “I’ve never been good at showin’ it, and I’m not sure if I’ll get better, but I love you. The story you told me, how I used to pull your hair and your momma said it was because I liked you…” Playfully, he took a few tendrils of your hair and tugged at them, and you laughed. “She was right. I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was. Please don’t you go forgettin’ that.”

“I won’t, baby,” you told him. “I never could.”

#percy dolarhyde #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde smut #paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano smut #cowboys and aliens #truly an abysmal movie #but one of the best paul looks

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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bathtub baby

this idea came to me on a whim oh my god

warnings: cursing, fluff with no plot

“she keeps splashin’ me— dammnit, scout, stop fidgetin’!” your husband half-laughed half-scolded. your ten month old daughter moved her chubby little arms up and down in the small metal tub she sat in, giggling as she continued to splash warm water all over her father as you and him sat in front of her.

“it ain’t gonna be warm much longer if you keep it up, scout-a-roo,” percy warned lightly. of course, your baby daughter didn’t understand what she was being told, and instead kept happily splashing and making you laugh as percy closed his eyes and scrunched his nose with every contact of water. you sat with the small tub in front of the fireplace so scout’s bath water could stay as warm as possible for as long as possible, more water being heated above the fire for whenever it became too cold for her.

your daughters little cheeks were pink and plump beneath her green eyes, her reddish hair matted to her soft baby head as she joyously laughed and squirmed.

“splash your momma, daddy’s had enough,” percy groaned jokingly. your daughter looked to you, recognizing your name, and scrunched her nose as she giggled again. you laughed as she bounced, causing the metal tub to scrape a bit against the floor.

“god, perc, she’s so funny!” you observed and booped her little nose. you dipped your hands into the water and gently poured more water over scouts head, your daughter instinctively closing her eyes and percy helping to wipe the water away as she blinked. he grabbed the small bar of soap beside the metal tub and dipped it beneath the warm water before beginning to gently scrub his daughter’s soft baby skin. scout’s eyes widened as the bubbles formed and looked from her daddy then back to the soap suds.

“she’s goin’ to grow up and be smarter than me, i’ll tell ya that,” percy remarked as he gently rubbed scout’s chubby tummy. scout giggled and percy mimicked it, causing her to laugh louder. “she’s the most curious baby i ever seen.”

“how many babies have you seen, though, percy?” you asked. he chuckled and shrugged.

“you’re right, but she’s got her momma’s brains already, i know it,” your husband persisted. you hummed and kissed his cheek, leaning your head against his shoulder. it was lovely watching your husband and daughter bond as she got older, but you longed for the days when scout was small enough to fit perfectly in the crook of percy’s arm. you frowned.

“i miss when she was little,” you mumbled. percy didn’t reply, simply rinsing off the remaining soap on scout’s tiny body before wiping his hands on his pants. he wrapped his arms around you as scout cooed and wiggled her little legs beneath the water, splashing some onto the wooden floor beneath her.

“darlin’, she is little,” percy responded gently. he kissed your head and smiled at the wiggly baby. “she’s only ten months, not even a whole year yet. she’s still got tons to learn and tons to grow, just enjoy where we’re at,” he told you. you knew he was right; scout wasn’t even walking yet and she could only say mama, dada, and moo. you sat in silence with your husband until scout started to frown.

“getting cold?” you cooed, sticking your fingers in the water. percy rubbed his hand over her thin, wet hair and sniffed.

“think she’s done, anyway,” he said. you grabbed the fuzzy towel beside you and percy lifted your daughter out of the tub and into your arms, scout cooing as you held her close to you and the fire warmed the other side of her. you closed your eyes and placed your head atop hers, snuggling her and letting out a deep breath.

percy carefully moved the tub aside before wrapping his arms around both you and scout. the crackling fire and the sound of your daughter’s soft breathing filled your ears as your husband held you in a comforting grip.

this was the life you had longed for.

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Hey Meda!!! Thank you for opening up Valentines prompts! Knowing you always brightens my day! 💛🌻

Anywho! Down to business! Would you be willing to do a Molasses Chip or Strawberry Creme for Percy? He’s a wonderful trash bastard. 😍🤢

– 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aaaa, thank you, Sav. I'm kind of loving the little bits of Percy I'm getting so far!! what a great way to relieve all of my school frustration lol.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Percy is a rotten asshole (but who couldn't have seen that one coming lmao), usage of the name "girl", nothing else I can think of!

Never in a million years would you want to kiss Percival Dolarhyde. God, who could even think of kissing him? He's annoying and a loudmouth and has no idea how to treat anybody right.

And he's ugly anyways. Yeah. The ugliest. The ugliest and saddest bastard you'd ever encountered in all of Absolution. Which – given the low population count – was an easy contest to win. But still, he managed to make it through with flying colors.

Every single day presented a brand new way in which Percy could find a way to needle into your side. In fact, if you didn't know any better, you'd swear that he enjoyed eliciting a reaction from you.

So, mustering up as much unpleasantness as possible, you throw your own punches. And in a way it's therapeutic. The frustration would bubble up so much that it was a relief to have something to blow your lid at.

Every time you call him some nasty name or manage to hurl some retort that shuts him up, your pride swells knowing that the Dolarhyde boy wouldn't get everything he ever wanted. No one was that lucky – not even you.

Because as these exchanges continue on, the urge to up the ante with every blow is so tempting. Because calling him a rat bastard and a nuisance and an arrogant cur simply isn't enough anymore.

Truthfully, the more his lips flap in the wind, sputtering out some feeble insult, the more you simply want to shut him up; to put actions to those words you so desperately cling to.

Percy's face inches closer to yours as he speaks, "I ain't never known a more goody-two shoes little girl in all of my life."

"Funny how your daddy could be so rich and yet you still can't manage to form a half decent insult."

"Oh, like you could do any better, huh?" Percy scoffs, "Yeah, c'mon, girl. Do your worst."

And you do. At least it's the worst for you. In Percy's case...well, that kiss is probably one of the best things that's ever happened to him.

With his bandana balled up in your fist, you pull him down to your level. And just like every other punch you've pulled on him, your mouth doesn't miss its mark. They strike his dry, cracked lips and create a spark that's just enough to start a raging brush fire as soon as your own lips part and his breath quickens.

Percy struggles with his hands, half afraid that if he puts them anywhere on you, it'll break the heated spell and result in a kick to the groin. But when he settles for placing them on your hips, he's shocked to find that it only makes you whine desperately as you pull him closer and closer. So he does the same and lets himself sink deeper into the embrace.

You only pull away when the sharp and spicy taste of tobacco becomes far too much for you to handle. Because of course even when you're kissing him, something about him has to ruin it just a little bit. That's another thing you could be mad at him for, you figure. And part of you hates how excited you get at the prospect of adding that fact onto your list of problems with him.

"I wasn't quite expecting...that..." Percy murmurs, still trying to catch his breath.

"Would you rather I'd socked you in the nose?"

"No, ma'am," he replies sheepishly and eyes you wearily.

You blink a few times before pursing your lips and sighing. "I guess I could go for another taste."

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annika-thelostlove · 2 years

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Arranged Apart - Percy Dolarhyde x you!Reader

Word count / 2699

Excerpt / Two years have passed since you left the town of Absolution, and you are anxious to know if he is married. Hard to imagine a woman who wouldn't want a rich man like him. He's also not so drunk and a nuisance anymore since you've known him. A handsome man like Percy could not be without an admirer for long. You sigh and hope you're not too late.

Authors note / I am not a writer, it's been many years since I've attempted fan fiction. This is my first one in probably decade. I was terrible at it then, im still pretty terrible now. But I love Paul and this character so much (bc Im weak for cowboys) so i'm jumping in, so heres my attempt at making more content for danonation 💕. Im still not well versed in categories for fanfic, i tried to make it gn, but i think i slipped many times and so the fic implies you to be more of a fem character. There are likely many mistakes and typos. Plz forgive me! 🙏

Warnings / minor character death, just fluff and some angst. I can't think of anymore 😅

Percy was your fiancee for the last two years, and even before that your parents had arranged your courtship for one year. But now it was all coming to an end. Your parents break to you the news that the engagement is over, because your family has come by some big money this time, and you no longer need to marry Percy.

Knowing them, they mean that you will have the prospect of marrying someone richer.

The ground feels like it cracks beneath your feet. It's finally going to be over, pretending to be in love with the man-child of this town. You are finally rid of him, he never wanted you around anyhow, you think.

At the beginning that's how you felt, you hated him to the bone. He was a nuisance, loud and presumptuous. Drunk and bored. But you couldn't help yourself, when over the years he had been there for you in ways your parents never had been. The private embraces, exchanging letters of secrets and hopes sent to each other in the night. He knows your childhood dream, to be free, to explore the world. And you know his own struggle with his feeling of aimlessness. Your berating for each other at the start, turned almost into affection. You became friends, and then to you it suddenly became something more. You fell in love with Percy.

Quickly after being dismissed by your father, you run out of the house excusing to run some errands. No horse was in the stables, so you run all the way through past the town and towards the Dolarhydes family home, sweat dripping down your neck, you begin to call out for Percy.

"Percy! Percival! I have news!" You huff, voice breaking.

A sullen Percy walks around the corner of his porch and spots you catching your breath. He looks away and mutters. "Yes, I've heard it. The big news."

"Yes, well- im"

"Congratulations. Its great news! What you've always wanted right?" A hint of bitterness was in his voice.

"Well, it seems to have some benefits for both of us! I mean freedoms we didn't have before- I- im just worried about what would the town say about us breaking off the engageme-" he stops and drops whatever he was holding before, his whole body seemed to shake Slightly.

"Stop that, you're worrying, dollface" He chuckles quietly. His expression was completely unreadable. "You know I've always hated that." He scoffs then took a steadying breath. And a pinched look entered his face. "It was about time anyway-"

"About time..?-"

"Yes, that we ended this whole shenanigan. It was getting tiring pretending to like each other wasn't it?"

"Pretending? I like you! Well- as a friend, i like you the right amount as a..friend"

"Ha! Are we now? Friends?" He puts a finger on his chin sarcastically asking. "You really think that? I've always saw us either as a…little more than that, or maybe a little less? Whatever we are, we sure aint what people call friends" he laughs like it's the best thing he's said, as you try and punch his arm and he dodges it. You hate his humor, he's not funny at all. But he sure thinks so.

"Screw you Dolarhyde!! Thats uncalled for! The last three years I've stood by you!"

"Aw what's wrong doll, you only want me for my money and my luscious locks!" He continued to tease you, he can never be serious when you need him to.

"Percival, you're my closest friend and you know it!" Tears began to gather in your eyes, but you were sure not to let him see.

He chuckles like he knows already, his expression suddenly sad. "yeah i know, and for what? It was still always gona come down to that darn money, wasn't it doll." He tips your chin. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here, you would be out exploring the world years ago!" He chuckled with his smirk. Something resigned behind those green eyes.

You couldn't respond, confused angry tears threatening to run down your face. A dull pain is in your chest, you think its possibly the feeling of your heart breaking. Because Percy always knew you so well. And he was always so rude about it. Just like now. But it was true. Hes right, It is about the money. The money was all your family talks about, the money to make your family proud of you, maybe if you had enough of it, then they could love and respect you. You wanted it. Wanted it more than you wanted Percy. At least you think you do. He looked at your face, and you swear you saw regret. He sighs and walks away a moment, and returns walking alongside his horse towards you.

"Why don't you get out of here sweetcheeks. This is your chance, leave this town." He pauses and walks back to you. Taking your hand in his and looking into your eyes. "Please, so you can live your dream"

He lifts you onto the saddle of the horse. Thoughts racing. And heart conflicted. Mounting the horse, you whisper to him. "What if…what if I could fall in love with you?" Would you make me stay? Part of your question left unsaid.

He throws his head back, and laughs. "Then you would be trapped here forever. Sweetheart." His voice with so much sorrow. "Don't ever do that, you'll have to be dimwitted to have feelings for a Dolarhyde. Don't feel bad about leaving me behind, I would hate you more if you do."

Too bad, you have already gone and done exactly that. But it seems he doesn't want you to stay.

—-------

A few weeks later your family and you are gone. Everything was packed up on the train along with you, making your way to the city of your choice. And looking out the window, feeling like you made the wrong choice. Every cell in your body wants to return to him.

Meanwhile Percy moved into the house he was building with his father. It was the wedding gift they were preparing for you. Though now there was no wedding and no you. The date for the cancelled wedding passes. And Percy walks out onto his new porch, sits on the steps and cries.

—----

London was empty, so was Rome, and Paris. And every other place you thought you wanted to explore, you meet more men in a year than you have ever met in your 22 years of life. Every offer of marriage felt more fake than whatever you had with Percy. It was no use. You loved him, and your familys love of money was getting in the way of all of it. Tainting it all. You have all the money you could ever want now, but evey night you still dream of the same sad green eyes you had left behind.

Finally at your wits end, one night you break into the family safe to take your portion of bonds and money, and pack a bag easy enough to carry. You notice something else too, post cards and letters addressed to Percy, and to you. Your family has been keeping you apart, and makes you more determined to make this choice of escaping this life of pretentiousness and greed. You swiftly run into the night. Making the dangerous journey back to America and back to Percy.

Two years have passed since you left the town of Absolution, and you are anxious to know if he is married. Hard to imagine a woman who wouldn't want a rich man like him. He's also not so drunk and a nuisance anymore since you've known him. A handsome man like Percy could not be without an admirer for long. You sigh and hope you're not too late.

After a dangerous boat ride across the continents for weeks, taking the sleeper train and then on horseback to their old Town. You persisted with only Percy in your mind. Unsure if Percy would still even want to see you.

Finally back in town, the news spreads quickly. You're back, a woman travelled alone. Percy hears of it and starts to hope. But he can't assume you are unattached, you may have only travelled ahead of your husband.

You on the other hand stay at the inn and ask around for news of Mr Dolarhyde. A group of older women at the dining hall look at eachother grimmly. "Oh, mister Dolarhyde, that trouble maker, he passed away last winter. There was a bad flu that came by last year, it did not agree with him, and it took him in his sleep. It did not help that he refused medication, stubborn boy that one. So sorry my dear."

Frozen, you could only nod slightly, the news numbs you and you excuse yourself quickly. Feeling your self crumbling from within. Running to your horse quickly, you ride off to the home you were meant to share together. You don't even notice that it looks occupied. All you had in mind was Percy, and a mountain of pain that was quickly tumbling out of your chest. You climb off your horse weeping, uncontrollable. Calling for him through tears.

"Percy! My beloved Percy! Why did they take you away!"

Inside the house Percy could hear a commotion, a quick sound of a horse galloping then someone wailing his name. Sounds familiar, but. It can't be.

He rushes to his front porch and he sees you curled over on the dirt by the steps of his house. He says your name, unbelieving that you were there.

Looking up you see him standing over you. An illusion, like an apparition. Its percy in the flesh.

Then your eyes roll up into your head and you faint.

—------

When you wake, you are in a bed, a nostalgic smell hits you straight in your chest. It's undoubtedly the scent of Percy you missed so much, a mixture of the musk of his clothes (though a bit cleaner), damp wool and saw dust. You were home. He notices you awake, and speaks first.

"I heard you were back in town."

"Yes, since yesterday. Why did you not greet me?" You ask him.

"I didn't think you'd like to see this old face." He smirks. Trying to lighten the mood.

"I-, percy your father…he died last winter?." Changing the subject. This gave him pause.

"Yes he did. And I took over everything."

"I'm so sorry Percy, we're you alone at his passing?"

"I was." Was. Perhaps not anymore. "And I also sold the old house to one of our farmers. I live here now."

"I'm so sorry Percy. I wish I were here." His face pinches, but he tries to hide it.

"I wish you were here also."

"Percy, I never should have left-"

"No, I'm fine. I'm- I'm better, different, than I was. Maybe-" maybe now i could be better for you. He wanted to say. "I, hope that you feel welcome back here."

Percy escorts you back to your inn. You miss your chance of telling him your feelings. You're still processing how hes changed, and you're unsure if he already is married. You noticed his house had many things that women often liked. Specifically things you seem to be fond of. Some of your favourite flowers in a vase, and what looked like his mother's ceramics displayed in places. The walls were painted deep red, (it was at first yours and then percys favourite colour) is painted on the walls. The house had perhaps a woman's touch.

Percy may have a wife.

You quickly spend the next hours, with the dreaded thought that percy had someone else. A woman that percy loved. Where she comforted him in his grief, and painted his house red with him, when he would check on the cattle, she would wash his clothes and percy would buy her flowers. You get drunk from the heartbreak. The other ladies at the saloon below the inn watch you with curiosity, gradually getting drunk. They see the opportunity to ask about you.

"So little madam, when is the husband coming to join you?."

"No husband. Jus- me. Alone." You sob.

"Oh, I see. Dear have you returned for marriage perhaps? Looking for a husband?"

"I don't want, I'm..not looking."

"Oh, a career woman, I see."

"Maybe, but. No, no career. I have..I have nothing." Which was not really true because you have stacks of bonds in your luggage. And yet. "I just want him." You sob.

The ladies eyes grow round with intrigue. "Oh. Who, my dear?"

"My beloved Mr. Dolarhyde." Sadness takes over your drunkenness. "He must love someone new."

They all look at one another in surprise. They touch your hand to shake you from your deep thoughts. "Percy has not looked at another girl in many years, dear."

—----

Percy is in his night clothes, looking through some old papers when he gets loud thumping footsteps on his porch, before loud banging on his door.

"PERCYVAL!" You yell, sounding drunk.

He hurries to open the door and hush you. "What has gotten into you, scaring me twice in one day! You are about to make my eye pop out of its socket woman!" He whisper shouts at you. It feels like the old Percy, and it makes you smile "Did anyone see you come here alone? What will they say-"

"Percy, I don't give two shits about what people are gonna say. I here to tell you, I'm in love with you." He stares at you frozen.

"You're drunk"

"Nope, I got plenty sober running all the way here. I love you. I still love you."

"But you only realised it when you went aay" it was meant to be a question, but was more like a statement.

"Nope, well, I thought the world could offer me more. But, I was wrong about that. I've loved you even before, when we rescued some chooks from that coyote, remember that? It was ever since then. I loved you then." You end your little speech with a smile. You feel sober, but you're likely far from it.

"But, that was- that was maybe a year before you left"

"Yes"

"But you left"

"I did" he gives you a hard look.

"Are you kidding me!" His outburst surprises you, yelling obscenities, reminding you of the old percy. He grabs a quilt to scream into. It goes on for a few seconds. Then a quiet weeping began. His shoulders lifting from his sobs into the fabric. "I should have said something. For two fucking years. I-" A very long muffled 'fuck' is yelled into the blanket. "You could have stayed-"

You gently pull his quilt away from his face, his face red and distraught. But it's the face you missed so much. Your hand cradles his cheek and he leans into it. "What, what is it perce?"

"I love you too. I missed you. I wish you stayed." His whisper, so gentle. His confession like a balm over both your broken hearts. His tears wet your hand. "Why did you still go?"

"I thought you didn't want me, I was the little nuisance who just wanted your money. Even when we became friends, i thought even more of how you could have found someone else if you weren't stuck with me"

"You're kinda stupid"

"Same goes to you dimwit. Why didn't you tell me to stay?"

"We'll my reason was less stupid than yours, I thought your true love was to see the big wide world."

"Well, I saw it. Just felt small without you."

He scoffs

"I hate that" you know what his scoff means, he acts like he hates it, but it always means the opposite.

You pull his collar down to meet his lips with yours.

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A/N / few loose ends, like the money she ran away with, her family retaliating. Will they run away together, will they stay in Absolution, will I write steamy dirty smut for this, will they have many babies, will reader start a career? Its up to interpretation. Who knows what I'll do 🤨

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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There's Fire In Your Belly

Chapter 1

Percy Dolarhyde x Female!Reader, word count: 1.8k i cannot cope with how down bad i am for greasy bastards and cowboys any longer so here we are i guess. this was going to be a one-shot but i had a lot of feelings to get out...anyway, cheers to my lovely lil buds @sweetums0kitty and @e-moneyyy for encouraging this ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, misogyny, marking, ropes, guns, violence, voyeurism, forceful behaviour, spanking, bondage, posessiveness, mean cowboys with bad attitudes

Somewhat arid and lonesome, you had hoped the New Mexico territory would be a safe space for you. For so long all you had hoped for was to live normally, putting everything you had done, everyone you had been, behind you. No longer suffering from the outlaw status that dogged you, you were optimistic that the semi-isolated town of Absolution might be a safe place. And with enough distance between you and your past, it might never be able to catch up to you. A letter sent ahead to the inn, your luggage paid to be escorted by train and to be collected by the landlord, you chose to travel by horse. Stations were risky, there was always the possibility that you might be recognised from an old and faded wanted poster. There was no grey in this country. Everything was black and white, and in the eyes of the law you were once, and always would be, a criminal, no matter the circumstances that led you to that life.

But you were desperate to be normal now. You’d be calm, cause no problems. You’d strive to behave decently and work for a living. Some sense of stability, normalcy, no one to lead you astray who knew your proficient skills, all of which were devious and tended to lend themselves better to a life of robbery and violence. Pulling into the town, you hitched up outside of the general store, across the dirt crossroads from the inn where you waved at the man pulling your cases inside. Some provisions were needed for your journey to the outskirts of town, where you were set to start work on a ranch as one of the hands. Women’s work had never suited you, and no one had bothered when you said you were willing to work the women’s wage for the tougher work. Money was money, they were glad to pay you less, and you were glad to receive it.

Inside the store, the dust settled, glistening in the sun beams from the two windows at the front and back. Floorboards creaking under your step, you offered a polite and soft smile to the man behind the counter. He had looked you up and down, in your pants, shirt and boots, not befitting the ladylike ideals they instilled on women in a place like this. But your face had always been kind and welcoming, and that usually eased the gentle-senses of the menfolk. As you picked through the cans, tonics and medicines, you heard the ring of the bell at the front, not turning to check at first until you heard the voice call out.

“Well, hey there beautiful!”

You lifted your head from where you stared at the various tinned foods, but still kept your head and gaze forward. Not before you could feel his hot breath on your neck did you turn to the side slightly.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Sir!? Oh, I like you already.”

“I can’t say the same, if you’ll excuse me.”

He brought a hand up and rested it against your stomach, holding you back lightly from walking to the counter. The older man behind it began to speak.

“Now, Percy, ain’t no reason to-”

“I don’t remember askin’ you, old man.” He took a few slow and steady steps around to your front, looking down at you, his tall and slender frame somehow still imposing. As he spoke to you now, in such close quarters, you could smell the putrid, sweet stench of alcohol and years of grime on his breath. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“That doesn’t usually matter to your types.”

“So cold. It’s hardly befitting of a lady to speak to your superiors like that.”

“I don’t know who you are, mister, but no man who has walked in from the street is my superior.”

You attempted to side step and walk past him, but he met you, doing a short back and forth dance with you in the middle of the store, before he stepped forward and knocked you back, your body clattering softly against the shelves. He brought one hand up to lean on the shelf, close to your head. The other, he held in front of his face, inspecting his nails, the dirt underneath which was black and thick.

“I’m afraid I’m not just some man, darlin’. You’ll learn that soon enough. But why save yourself the embarrassment later” he leaned his face into yours, filthy fingers trailing up your forearm, “when you could just accept my interests now. It’ll be less humiliating for you when you come begging after me in the future.”

“Hmmm” you let out a contented sigh, smiling sweetly up at him, “if it ever happens, it will be safe to assume that I’ll have taken a kick to the head by some disturbed mule.”

“Can’t make you any dumber than you already are.” He laughed, hand grazing your arm and finding it’s way to your hip. The contact was too much. For all that you wanted to be decent. Pleasant, not a trouble in town, this was more than you could stand. With a quick, split-second movement, you brought your head back and quickly forward again, the perfect height to crack into the soft bump of his nose, which began to bleed profusely. Not as tough as he had been a minute ago, he let out a soft whimper and began stumbling to the door, blood trailing on the floor boards behind him. With a quick apology, and leaving more money than you had to, you paid for your goods and collecting them in your satchel, leaving the store and heading straight to the inn, not even making an effort to search the streets for this Percy character. Your bags were waiting in your room, key in your hand and assurance that a wagon had been hired to take you to your new job in the morning, despite the brief conflict there had been much worse days in your life.

A night’s sleep had done you the world of good. Barely thinking of your interaction with that man, who you knew you would likely never meet again, for more than five minutes after you had entered the odd luxury of four walls and a roof, a bath and a rest in a bed with a proper mattress had lightened your mood. Your luggage and provisions, as well as yourself, loaded into the wagon, you had set off on the entirely pleasant and mercifully short journey through fields and ranch boundaries to the ranch where you were to work and stay for the foreseeable future. Excited about the mundanity of it all, you were pleased to lay back on the wooden bed of the wagon and watch the clouds go by as you fast approached your new and normal future.

Your luggage was gathered at the other end by two fellow ranch hands, who showed you to the hand in charge and showed you your tent by the camp where the workers stayed. Some of them had wives, families, it was like a little community just on the edges of the main ranch buildings, across from the barn and a short walk from the main house. From where you were, you could see an older man standing on the porch, who began to walk over to you and the other hands. He was followed slowly behind by a younger looking figure. Upon reaching you, the older gentleman shook your hand, hesitating at first when he really took stock of how feminine your body was, obviously wondering if you would be able to keep up with the work you had agreed to take on. But your handshake was strong, and reassuring, and Colonel Woodrow Dolarhyde warmed to you quickly, thankfully. He gestured at the figure approaching at a sulking, glacial pace.

“And this is my son, he’ll show you around. I have business to attend to, if you’ll excuse me, miss.” He tipped his hat to you, before turning on his heel in the dirt and yelling after the other man. “Get a move on Percy!”

Your heart dropped. It couldn’t possibly have been the same one. There was no way on god’s green earth that fate could be this cruel to you. But as he approached closer, you could see the look of recognition in his face turn to sickening pleasure as he sneered at you. Not offering a handshake, he looked you up and down where you stood, gaze lingering on your frame.

“Looks like I am your superior after all, then.” He leaned in close, whispering into your ear. “And I am going to make you regret your actions in town, little lady.” He stepped back, laughing loudly and slapping your arm, smacking the back of another ranch hand who was standing off to your side. “Now, ain’t you boys got work to do? Don’t be standing around here all day. Get to it you lazy asses!” He spat to the ground where they were standing.

The look of disappointment, of simmering rage, must have been plainly obvious on your face and you were making no effort to conceal it.

“You ok there, missy?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…what?”

You sighed

“Yes, sir. Mister Dolarhyde.”

“Mmm, sounds sweet.”

You turned to walk away from him and he gripped your arm, pulling you back around to face him, his fingers pressed into your skin as he held you in place, face close enough to yours that you could smell his breath again, just as overwhelmingly sickening as it had been the day before.

“I know you’re not as innocent as you play. I can see it in your eyes. There’s something just under the surface. No normal woman would dare pull what you did the other day. You’re a criminal, I can smell it on ya, and I don’t like the idea of a criminal on my property.”

The pressure of his fingers on your flesh, his dirty nails stabbing into you even through the flannel of your shirt, was enough to instil just a bit of fear in you. Not in reaction to Percy and his attempt at a brutish threat, but more at the build up inside of you that you struggled to suppress. The last thing you needed was to cause a fuss on the first day of your new life. Breathing in and out, slow and steady, you swallowed your words and smiled at Percy. It set him back, he narrowed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he stared deep into your eyes as though he were trying to read your mind.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you, darlin’. First step out of line and I will see you shot myself. So, you best do exactly what I ask of you when I ask it.”

He brought his hand to your cheek, slapping it softly twice and pouting his lips out at you before letting go of your arm and allowing you to stumble back away from him before rushing to catch up with the other farmhands. As you walked away, you heard Percy whistling at you, but you were tempered enough not to give him any reaction at all.

#also what is that BEARD paul OMG just stop trying to grow one you dumb boy #finnie writes #percy dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #cowboys & aliens #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #paul dano #danocel #danonation #percy dolarhyde x y/n #percy dolarhyde smut #percy dolarhyde fanfic #paul dano fanfic #paul dano fanfiction

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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uh if you're still taking requests...fem!reader's first time having sex with percy?

Birthday Suprise

Percy Dolarhyde x female reader

Word Count: 2935

It is Percy's birthday and the reader wants to give him something he had been wanting for a while.

Warning: 18+ Smut, oral( female receiving), fluffish at the end

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My heartbeat was fast as I walked along the rocky path with only a small lantern to light my way. ‘Why did the Dolarhydes have to live so far out of town?’ I asked myself as I stumbled over a particularly large stone. I straightened myself up and fixed the robe I was wearing.

I would have taken the horse but I would have been heard before I even reached the door. I wanted this to be a surprise. Percy and I had been seeing each other for well over a year and today was his birthday, so I wanted to give him something I knew he had been wanting for a while, myself.

He never asked but I felt his eyes wandering, especially if we ever found ourselves alone. Kisses were stolen every now and then and on rare occasions, the gentle caresses would turn into hungry touches. Nothing ever came of them though, we weren't ever left in the company of each other for too long, my parents hadn't trusted him, not even when we were children.

There was a dim light coming from the window as I quietly ascended the porch stairs. I took a deep breath before hesitantly placing my hand on the door handle and slowly pushing open the front door. Thankfully Percy never latched the door when he was left alone.

The inside of the cabin was warm, the fire in the hearth, to my right, lit the room perfectly. It was messy, as expected of a house where two men lived without a female touch. It has been this way since Percy’s mother passes several years ago. In front of me was the dining table and a few storage chests lining the wall, to my left were two doors. The one closest to me was Percy’s father’s and the one closer to the back of the house was Percy’s.

Careful not to make the floorboards creak I made my way to the far door. I said a little prayer for confidence before pushing my way inside.

A smaller fire was burning in the tiny wooden heater in the corner of the room, providing only a sliver of light. Percy was fast asleep on his twin-sized bed in the opposite corner of the room from where the door was. He was lying on his back with his right arm dangling off the side.

Stepping into the room I closed the door, cringing when it made a loud creaking noise. My eyes were wide as saucers, my breathing stopped, I didn’t want him to wake up just yet, I wasn’t ready. I looked over my shoulder to see Percy stirring only slightly, mumbling something before settling down again. Letting go of the breath I was holding in, I made my way over to him, kneeling beside the bed.

I watched contently as his chest moved up and down with each shallow breath he took. His blanket was only covering the bottom half of him, leaving his bare chest exposed to the warm are in my eyes. I just admired him for a while, he was so beautiful as he slept, so peaceful.

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot out and started to delicately trace up his arm and over the expanse of his chest. The skin here was softer than that of his hands, the hands that I loved to imagine touching me. I shivered at the thought of what was to come once I woke him up, desire pooling between my legs.

Once again, I took a deep breath to calm myself before whispering his name. “Percy.” He didn’t wake.

“Percy,” I tried again, scooting closer to his head. Still, nothing. I got a little closer, lips barely touching his ear.

“Percy, wake up.” He suddenly jerked awake. I pulled away just in time to not be hit by flailing arms as he shot up.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” He asked shocked and half asleep.

I stayed kneeling on the grown by his bed looking up at him. “I wanted to surprise you.” I smiled innocently.

He wiped his face with his hands, trying to rid the sleep from his eyes. “What time is it?”

“It’s two fifteen.” I said sheepishly then added, “Happy birthday.”

“Huh?” He asked confused, now looking down at me.

“It’s your birthday Percy, I came to give you your present.” I stood from my position so I could sit facing him on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you darlin’ but couldn’t the surprise have waited until a decent hour?” He asked, leaning into the space that separated us so he could kiss me. I smiled into the kiss but pulled away quickly.

“Well, if you don’t want your surprise, I’ll just walk back home,” I said semi-seriously, pushing myself from the bed.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down. “No, no, no, I want the surprise.”

I smiled, “Okay then, close your eyes.” He gave a small huff but did as I said.

Standing up, I untied the long dressing robe from around my waist and let it sink to the floor, leaving my body bare. Although the room was warm, goosebumps littered my skin.

“You can open them now,” I said, now more nervous than I had ever been.

His eyes opened. He first made eye contact with me, not noticing what was going on but soon he looked down my body and a certain hungry look came over him.

“Suprise.” I wiggled my wingers my by side awkwardly giving him a half-smile.

“Wait, my surprise is-” He stopped himself.

“Well, I wanted it to be special, and if we are going to be married, why wait for another year before we take our vows. I figured your birthday was a great time to give myself to you completely.” I rambled out, wrapping my arms around myself, now feeling unconscious.

Percy threw the covers away from his legs and then made his way to me. His hand came up to cup my cheek. “I wouldn't want it any other way, I’m just surprised is all.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Thank you.”

I pulled his lips back to mine, deepening the kiss. His long fingers were splayed along my back, pushing my body closer to his. I could feel his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as he pulled away just slightly.

“Lay on the bed.” His voice had lost its sweetness it was now more rushed and wanting.

I did as he said, moving to the bed and lying back on the messed-up sheets. Hastily he threw his nightshirt off, leaving him completely bare to the world. Nervously I glanced down at him, he was semi-hard but even so he looked larger than I thought.

He took slow steps towards the bed, eyeing me from head to toe. His fingers laced with mine when I held my hand out to him. Carefully he crawled atop my body and gently caressed my skin.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he muttered, placing open-mouth kisses from under my jaw along my neck, stopping in a few places to nip and suck. The tenderness at which he touched me pulled soft whimpers and breathy gasps from me as he moves away from my neck and further down. Working himself down my stomach and the inside of my right thigh.

He was on his knees now, leading my right leg up so he could caress the length of it sensually.

“Percy,” I whined. The more his hands stroked my flesh, the more heat I could feel pooling in my abdomen and between my legs. “Please, touch me more.”

He looked up through hooded eyes, smirking as he place my leg back on the bed before spreading it wide, along with the other so that he could have access to my most vulnerable part.

The air that hit the wetness between my legs made me shiver even in the warm room.

“All this for me?” He asked, sliding his long index finger up through my slick folds, gathering it up before placing his finger into his mouth, humming appreciatively at the taste. “You taste better than I imagined.”

Something about him tasting my wetness unashamedly in front of me made a feral urge pule through me. I wanted him to taste all of me, not just from his finger, but from the source.

“Would you like a taste darlin’?” he was already gathering up more of my wetness on his finger before I had even let out a breathy ‘yes’.

His arm stretched out over my body, I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and caught his long finger between my lips. The flavor was weird, tangy, salty, and sweet all at once. I moaned as I sucked his finger clean.

“Percy, please,” I cried out in need.

“What is it? What do you want? You gotta tell me.” He lazily moved his finger back to my core, touching me but not at the place I wanted.

I bucked my hips in hopes that his finger would glide over the needy bundle of nerves but he just moves his hand away.

“Come on now, I want to know what my present wants. Tell me.” He moved his hand back.

“I want- I want your mouth.” I gasped out.

He just smirked as he moved backward and bent down between my legs, kissing from my knee down as he went.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He asked. I had no time to answer before I felt his hot tongue sliding through me. Gathering my wetness and mixing it with his own saliva. When he licked his way to my clit, a long, high whine left me. Instantly he placed his whole mouth over the area and started to suck. My hands found their way down into his hair, pulling and scratching at his scalp.

The whimpers he made as he sucked and ate at me were the most erotic noises I had ever heard, the more he made, the wetter and hotter I became.

Another low moan escaped from me as I felt Percy push a finger inside. Yes, I had touched myself on occasion, but having him insert himself into me felt completely different, better even. My hips started to move with the in and out rhythm of his hand.

“Yes,” I mewled, “More. Please give me more.”

He gave a particularly hard suck before inserting another finger inside, stretching me out. The pumping of his fingers became faster as well as the flick of his tongue over my pulsing clit.

I could feel the pleasure pooling becoming more than I could handle. My hands kept him in place, not wanting him to pull away from me too soon. Hard, labored breaths were coming through his nose as he kept going, bringing me to the edge.

“Don’t stop, I’m almost there.” Another gasp.

Percy curled his fingers inside me and the feeling it gave me made my thighs snap around his head and my back arch.

“Right there.” I groaned. “Righ- ah, right there.” The pressure kept building until I let out a strangled scream. Finally, I let go of his hair and brought my arms up to my chest, feeling the erratic beat of my heart.

As I calmed down, his fingers left me and he removed his mouth making a wet popping sound.

“Mmm, I could eat you all day long. We may never leave this room.” He chuckled as he moved between my legs and up my body, his face coming to a stop at my breasts. He made a deep sound before grasping at my left with his hand and my right with his mouth.

My hands slowly wrapped around him, hugging him to me. I pushed my chest further into him, his fingers pinched the sensitive flesh, twisted, and pulled as he devoured the other. Then, he switched, giving them equal treatment.

I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. His presence was overpowering, I was becoming entranced by the feel of his skin on mine.

When his mouth let go of my breast, he kissed his way up to my lips. The hand he wasn’t currently using to prop himself up bruised away the hair that had fallen into my face.

“God, I love you so much.” Another kiss. “I can’t tell you how long I have waited for you to be here, under me, in my bed. Making all of these beautiful noises.”

“I love you too Percy. I knew this would be a great birthday present.” My hands cupped his face as I looked at him lovingly.

“It’s the best birthday present.” He looked me deep in the eyes, his pupils were so enlarged, and his irises were almost non-existent. He was hungry and needed more. “Now, are you ready?”

I nodded excitedly.

“No,” he shook his head laughing. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m ready Percy. I want you in me, now.”

Quickly but gently he began to line himself up. His head glided through my folds before he pushed in slowly. I threw my head back at the feeling. The stretch was intense, something I had never experienced before.

“Oh,” I cried as he bottomed out, his pelvis coming in contact with mine. He pulled himself upright, pushing his hands against the backs of my thighs, creating leverage.

“I know darlin’, I know.” His voice was gentle as he rubbed the skin of my legs as a way to soothe me. He didn’t dare move until I said, knowing it was my first time.

After a minute or two, I nodded my head, urging him to continue. Slowly but surely he began to pull out, inch by inch, and then push back in just as slow. Even with the prep, his fingers had done, I still felt as though I were being ripped in half, although, in a very pleasurable way.

“Fuck, Percy, faster. Please go faster.” I begged.

My hands gripped the bedsheets beside me as he began to pick up his pace. Grunts of pleasure were starting to erupt from him along with the same whines and whimpers from before.

Our bodies were moving in tandem now as I tried to follow his movements with my hips. The stretch had given way to pure ecstasy and I was trying to milk every last drop. Never in my life had I been more grateful that his father went on every single cattle drive because the screams and moans coming from my mouth were most likely loud enough to be heard, the almost three miles, back in town.

“You feel so good wrapped around me. So warm, so soft.” He moved his hands under my hips, holding me to him. “I’m gonna turn us over okay?”

“Okay.” I moaned out.

Clumsily, we moved to where he was laying on his back, knees up, and I was sitting atop him. The new position moved him to a place inside me I hadn’t felt. I let out a strangled cry when he thrust up into me.

“Yes, Percy.” I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as he caressed my arms. I started to move on my own, bouncing up and down along his shaft at my own speed. On the downward motion, I would grind a bit into him, rubbing my clit along his pubic bone before going back up.

“Good girl,” he moaned loudly. His hands left my arms to grip tightly to my hips, helping aid my movements. “Such a good girl.”

Pushing off of his chest and moved my hands behind me to hold onto his knees, allowing me to move into a new position. His hands helped me move faster and faster until I could fill my climax rushing around the corner.

“God, Percy, I’m almost there. Fuck-” The last part of my sentence was cut off by him thrusting up into me furiously.

“Hold on, hold on. Fuck you feel so good.” He kept going, to the point I felt I might break.

“Percy!” I cried, I was coming undone for the second time. It was stronger this go around, as Percy kept thrusting. I could only babble out his name as he chaced his own high, using his hands to drag me down onto him, stimulating my clit even though it was sensitive.

“Percy, please, too much. Ah-”

“I’m there, I’m there, hold on.” He groaned as he came, fingernails digging into my hips.

I could feel the warm spurts of his cum lining my walls and sighed at the feeling. Exhausted, I fell on top of his chest, breathing heavily.

“That was wonderful.” My words were muffled by the skin of his chest.

“Amazing. You did so well.” He stroked my loose hair gently, moving it from both our faces.

“We should have done that sooner.”

“Trust me darlin’, there’s gonna be plenty of time for more of that. I can’t begin to tell you all the ways I want you.” He kissed the top of my head.

“I can think of a few.” I giggled.

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me then”

Shaking my head I said, “Nuh-uh. I think maybe you'll have to wait for your next birthday, or something special.”

“Fine. I guess I can wait.” I felt him smile against my hair.

I looked up at him and smiled lazily, then kissed his chest. “Happy birthday.”

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Chapter II - The Housing of the Rising Sun

Percy Dolarhyde x f!Reader

Summary: Miss Langtree visits her girls at the saloon to prepare them for a visit from the colonel and his annoying sorry excuse of a son.

Warnings: swearing, prostitution, nothing major

A/N: So apparently the song ‘the House of the Rising Sun’ is theorised to be about a brothel so I thought it was appropriate for todays chapter! Half of it is an introduction to the lovely ladies who work at your saloon! So original character heavy in this one! More Percy entered chapters are yet to come though <3

The sun had only just appeared upon the horizon when you arrived at the Sweetwater Saloon, not only did you have to give the news about the bar's grand opening but you also had to warn your girls about some unexpected visitors. You wanted to get to the girls as early as you could to be able to set everything up and to mentally prepare yourself to see Percy again.

After locking the door behind you, you sighed and dropped to the floor, back against the wooden entrance - no amount of preparation was going to be enough to get you through what is to be a long day.

"Miss Langtree, what are you doing here so darn early, the rooster ain't even squawked yet" you look up to see Amelia sitting at the bar in her pink nightgown and a cigarette in hand. Her ginger hair was dishevelled and her pale face slightly sunken, clearly she hadn't had enough sleep. Amelia is your number 1 gal and has been working under you for the longest out of the group.

"You're up early y'self Lia, I'm here to make an announcement so I'll need everybody up and goin" You manage to lift yourself up and take a seat next to the rosey lady. As there are 7 girls, each girl is not only assigned a room, but also a colour - they of course don't have to wear that same colour at all times, but its a little gimmick for shows. Amelia is the pink girl, her stage name being Madame Rose.

"I gotcha covered...GIRLS! GET YOUR ASSES OUTTA BED THE BOSS IS 'ERE" She yelled on the top her lungs, if ever you were in need of anything, Lia would always have your back and often did a lot of your dirty work (for extra pay of course).

"Ugh whaaaat" you hear one girl croakily call back, by the sounds of it, Esme had been chain smoking again. One by one you hear all of the girls eventually call down from their rooms, an orchestra of whining and moaning about how early it is, all complaining like teenage girls.

"Miss Langtree it should be illegal to get us up at such an hour" Nancy was the next girl to come down, a brunette with bright blue eyes stomps down the steps; Nancy is your girl in sapphire.

"Just wait for everyone else" you place a hand on your hip, you were in no mood for anyone to be giving you attitude, not today of all days.

Next to come down were Esme, Julia and Bella; your ruby, amber and topaz girls. This trio were quite popular in Sparrowdale as they mostly stuck together - including in the bedroom.

"Where's Stella and Marie?" You ask. Lining all the girls up, you take note of who looks particularly dirty, tired, tidy etc, you've got to get your girls looking presentable for the Dolarhydes.

"Coming!" You hear a little song bird call down, Stella stood at the top of the stairs in her purple night dress. "I'm just tryna get Marie to come down"

"I'm comin', I'm comin' for fuck sake. I'm getting my stockings on" Marie calls from one of the rooms.

Although most of your girls can sing, Stella has the voice of an actual angel. If she didn't come from a poor background, she could easily go on to do Oprah or even a church choir; she was your amethyst.

Last but not least Marie, your girl in emerald, finally makes it down - she was the best of the best. Despite being one of the last girls to join your group, she had years of practice beforehand (in both sex work and in entertainment). If ever you weren't sure about something, she knew it all and she could always teach a thing or two to the others.

"Right that's everyone!" You begin, clapping your hands together before walking down the line of women. "I have two things I need to share with ya'll...the first, and you're not gunna like this - the grand opening is going to be a week on Tuesday..."

You are met with a symphony of groans and complaints.

"Bu-bu-bu I won't hear it, we've settled down for long enough, its time to actually get some earnings ladies. Wouldn't it be nice to put on a show for a completely new crowd?"

"Yeah if anyone shows up!" Nancy heckles, you give her a dirty look.

"Well I suppose that leads me to my second announcement... Have ya'll heard of the Dolarhydes?"

The girls whisper amongst themselves, it seems that they all have heard of them at one point or another. You even hear Esme mention seeing Percy getting in a scrap with some random person at the Gold Leaf - sounds about right.

"Well I'll have you know..." you take a gulp and a sigh, you weren't sure how to say it and you really didn't want to say it out loud, it would be almost willing it to existence. "I am engaged to the son of Colonel Dolarhyde"

"You can't be serious!" Amelia lets out a shrill, you are met with a series of "ooo's" and laughter.

"Miss Langtree forgive us, we aren't laughing at you... but marrying that Dolarhyde kid?" Julia asks through tears of hilarity. You purse your lips and look away from the ladies, it was humiliating enough to be engaged to that brute. Their laughter just added insult to injury - but still, you had to keep up with the tough act.

"GIRLS" You shout, almost immediately does the rowdiness quiet down, although they can be quite misbehaved, they respect you as a "mother hen" as Stella would put it. "Yes I am due to be wed to... Him. It's not my decision I can assure you. But it does mean that we'll be getting a steady income from now on. The Dolarhydes are interested in being our sponsors. If we have their name on this place there will be a flow of people wanting to check us out"

"More boys?" Bella squeals in delight followed by more giddy whispering.

"It may also mean we'll need to be doin' more shows, not just the weekend"

"Ah come on!" Esme moans "Shows n' clients? That's gunna be hard work"

"It will indeed, but you'll be paid handsomely. And an actual chance for you girls to get outta this..." you cough in your chest before continuing, "Unless of course you wanna stay in this profession"

The girls mutter amongst themselves once more, many donned unsure faces and others showed concern.

"We can't just leave you Y/N" Amelia grabs onto your hand and bringing it to her chest, her brows furrowed with a sad and desperate expression.

"I mean y'don't have to! But wouldn't it be great to save up and actually live rather than just survivin'?"

The girls give each other a solemn look, each one has been through so much in their lives that have lead them to this position. Marie and Nancy were perhaps the only ones who actually wanted to become a 'lady of the night', the others have no place else to go.

This was the reason why you started up this business in the first place, too many young girls are lost in the traffic of sex work and abuse that you just had to take them in. Of course, you weren't able to just straight up adopt them so you had them work in little shows and waitressing. All being similar ages (and a couple of girls being slightly older than you) you had felt like they were your friends, an extended family of sisters working together.

You had run this group for a couple of years now, back in Sparrowdale you were very successful; one girl in particular you think of often is a lady named Annabelle - she was the first girl to save up enough and move into the city, never having to use her body for money ever again. Anna writes to you quite often and recently she got married to a Lawyer; things like that gave you purpose.

"Girls, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Heck, you don't even have to stay now. This is the situation I have been given and I believe we should work together here. Save the money up, get a house of your own, or stay here and just buy dresses and good food, you are free to be who you are here. You're my girls and I love ya'll" you get a little teary at your speech, the girls huddle around you and give you a group hug.

"We love you too boss" you hear the them say, they may not always behave or have the best of attitudes, but you are a community and you had each other's backs.

"Well I don't know if y' gunna like me after I tell ya that the Dolarhydes are paying us a little visit later!" You wince with a grin, looking around you see your girls roll their eyes and whine once more. "I won't hear none of it, we've gotta dress to impress!"

Through defeated mutters, they all return to their rooms to get ready.

"Miss Laaaaangtree you're gunna kill us" Amber gives you a little frustrated shake before joining the others.

"There's nothing to worry about, ya'll are gems y'know that right?" You call out encouragingly, there was an air of nervousness in your tone - not that you didn't have faith in your employees, but that Dolarhyde kid could cause problems; your girls were feisty and if he's going to terrorise them like he does with the other citizens of Absolution then there's going to be trouble...and a potential murder.

Slipping in your office you take a good look at yourself in the mirror; not only do you do your business here, this room also acts as a dressing room for you. Back in Sparrowdale, your office was a great place to have a sneaky drink or cigarette during shows, and whenever you are having a wardrobe malfunction; much like today. This morning you rushed getting ready, you needed to be at Sweetwater as soon as to prepare but now you are sort of regretting it. Giving yourself a quick spin you grimace at the sight; unkempt hair, no makeup, the dress isn't the nicest - you looked like you just rocked up after a night out drinking.

"Gosh darn it" you huffed out loud before changing into one of your more formal dresses you kept in your office. After makeup and hair were done, you made your way to the bar where you heard chatter and hurried steps above you; when it came to getting ready your girls sound like an absolute circus.

Once everything was ready, it was all a matter of waiting - your girls all dolled up, the whole building was clean and all was in its place. You had little to no patience, the anxiety returning to you with every passing minute; what if Mr Dolarhyde didn't approve of the place? Not that you needed his support, you would be able to do business without him but a sponsorship? That doesn't come easy.

"Right everyone, they are due anytime now so just... Uhhhh do what you usually would before opening. Rehearse, clean, check stock, whatever. Just be normal and NICE. Treat them like you usually would with a customer" all in unison the girls unbutton their outfits and pull seductive faces. "Not THAT kind of customer for God’s sake, you tryna get us in trouble?" You fluster.

Minutes felt like hours and your patience worn thin, luckily it didn't take too long for Woodrow and Percy to finally arrive at your Saloon. You were alerted by a heavy, firm knock on the door. You cursed every profanity under the sun and bit your fist, desperately wanting this ordeal to be over and done with.

"Welcome Colonel Dolarhyde...Mr Dolarhyde" you smiled at Woodrow as you welcomed him in, your smile drops immediately when staring up into Percy's eyes; he returns the favour by furrowing a brow and twitching his nose in your direction.

"Please, no one calls me the Colonel"

"No one who wants to live" Percy added, his father elbows him with a scowl.

"Ah I see, well is Woodrow still acceptable Sir?" You smile politely, trying your best to disguise your nervousness.

"Yeah, sure... My, what a big place this is" Woodrow stated, he seemed impressed... Maybe, he was an aloof man so who really knows what he actually thinks. Stepping in through the door Percy's eyes stay forward, not wanting to look your way. Whenever his father isn't looking, you give Percy a deathly glare at every given opportunity; he's a lemon of a man, every time you see him its like taking a big, sour bite. At least lemons are good for you.

"Ladies" Mr Dolarhyde tips his hat at your girls, Amelia was behind the bar looking busy, Bella, Esme and Julia practiced their dancing routine and the others were in and out of the room, also "looking" busy.

"Can I get you gents a drink?" You offered whilst walking around the bar.

The Dolarhydes take a seat on a barstool and decide to have a double whiskey each, on the house of course.

"So Y/N how long have these girls worked with you?" Mr Dolarhyde asks, you tense at his voice, and so the interrogation begins. Even though Percy is peering in your direction, he clearly wasn't all there; lights on but no one's home kind of look.

"I would say it's coming up near 3 years now, Amelia here has been with me from the start" You motion towards Lia, she gives a polite pursed smile before continuing varnishing already varnished glasses. Woodrow downs his whiskey in one and slams the glass onto the counter. 'Hmm aren't you supposed to savour whiskey?' You thought to yourself. Percy attempts to do the same but chokes up half of his drink.

You let out a little laugh at this and offer Percy a drink of water - he of course declines. As you giggled to yourself, Percy couldn't help but notice your smile lines and the way you spoke through your chuckle. For a moment Percy considered you as cute; that was until he realised who he was admiring.

"It ain't funny, this shit's dry"

"Quit yer whinin'!" Woodrow hits between Percy's shoulder blades, you could swear Percy’s skin would be black and blue with he amount Mr Dolarhyde had beat his son’s sorry ass.

The conversation turned to more business related questions, like your usual income, how much the place was and what your expected salary will be from the place. Truthfully, you didn't know, the town of Absolution was far smaller than Sparrowdale, so its a fair assumption that your bar won't be as filled every night as your old saloon - no matter how entertaining your girls may be. The whole time you and Woodrow spoke, Percy sat and listened, or maybe he didn't, you could never tell and you certainly didn't really care; the only thing that mattered was keeping his father impressed and interested.

"Anyway Miss Langtree, I am sorry for hittin' the road so soon but I just wanted to get a feel of the place y'know? Plus it'll give you and Percy here some time to get properly acquainted. Just make sure he don't drink too much"

"How bout another drink for the road?" You look at Mr Dolarhyde desperately, he's only just arrived and he's already leaving you with this brute?

"I would but I er gotta deal with some lousy men of mine. Probably pissed on the job and it won't look too good if I was in a state. I'll be back later. Have fun kids" And that was that, Woodrow left the two of you awkwardly at the bar. Silence had never been so loud, even Bella, Esme and Julia stopped performing and went straight to their rooms due to the violent quietness.

Percy's hungry eyes follow their steps, you’ve seen that look many times. Letting out an angry cough, you fiercely pull at Percy's ear.

"OW! Hey now-"

"Will you PLEASE behave yourself? Even for a moment for God's sake" you aggressively whisper, Percy lets out a irritated grunt.

"Well there's nothin else to do in this place so why not?"

"How about a civil conversation perhaps? Or is Mr Dolarhyde too good to be talkin' to the likes o' me?"

Percy doesn't answer, grumbling something to himself, no doubt something insulting about you. His gaze falls over the bottles of alcohol behind the counter, noting the variety of brands and liquors. He was almost impressed, there seems to be way more choice than the Gold Leaf, maybe your bar might be worth a visit after all; especially if he sees those girls again. The lanky man takes a long drawn out sigh before looking back at you; he thinks your a cute little thing with an attitude problem, he would have entertained the idea of marriage if you weren't so mouthy. A quiet, obedient little wife who he wouldn't have to pay much attention to would have best suited him. But here he is, forced to face you head on begrudgingly.

"The name's Percy. If you're gunna keep callin' me that then you ain't gonna get a civil conversation, darlin"

“I’ll call you what I like. Maybe if you got your act together and treated me with some with respect I might actually call you your name”

“Respect is earned little miss” He spat, standing up out of his seat with means to intimidate. You don’t buckle nor flinch, it would have to take a lot for the likes of Percy Dolarhyde to frighten you.

"I don't even know why you're here, you're no good sober than y'are off your face with booze" you argue "Why'd I have to be matched up with the likes of you?"

"I'm not exactly singin' and dancin' myself" Percy folds his arms over like a large child. "Can't believe Pa is making me marry the hag o’ whore's"

"Get the FUCK outta here you bastard!" You threw and empty bottle at him, that was it, you’ve had enough of him. Percy pathetically scrambles away like a frightened deer out of your saloon, you had half the mind to chase after him.

After a few seconds of huffing angrily, you feel a hand rest upon your shoulder.

“Well that was short lived, my they say romance is dead” Amelia lets out an awkward chuckle, your eyes meet hers as you attempt to calm yourself. “He seems…uh…nice”

“He’s quite the catch” you breathily let out a laugh of your own, hand resting on your brow as you fall into a seat. “I probably shouldn’t of attacked him like that… But the prick deserved it”

“Y’ think that’s going to damage the saloons reputation?” Amelia takes a seat next to you and takes your free hand in hers.

“Ah fuck, I ain’t even thought of that” biting your fist, you can only imagine Mr Dolarhyde’s response; either you or your father are going to get punished. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, for now, lets have another drink”

#paul dano #danocel #danonation #cowboys vs aliens #percy dolarhyde #percy dolarhyde x reader #cowboys and aliens x reader #cowboys and aliens

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nowyouknowdano · 2 years

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The Sharpest Thorn - Percy Dolarhyde x F Reader (NSFW)

Posting a link to my Ao3!! It's the longest fic I've written so far!

Requested by the amazing: @tomhiddlesmom 💕

Hope you like it!! ☺️

Wishing you all sweet Dano kisses!!❤️

#paul dano #percy dolarhyde/ reader #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy Dolarhyde/you #Percy Dolarhyde #Percy Dolarhyde x you #cowboys and aliens #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfic #paul dano x you #dwayne hoover #the riddler #escape at dannemora #eli sunday #jay okja #little miss sunshine #the batman 2022 #okja

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sugarpopss · 2 years

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I had a um. A dream. About cooking for Percy Dolarhyde so. That’s where im at right now.

#was he a dick? yes #did I love it? yes #he’s so pathetic I love him #cowboys and aliens #percy dolarhyde #danonation #am I becoming a Paul dano girl? maybe #all of the information I got from obsessively reading this Victorian life when I was 15 came in handy #has an in depth dream about lighting an 1870 stove #cooking is my love language #and Percy wouldn’t appreciate it one goddam it #but i don’t even care #percy dolarhyde x reader #I guess that’s what this is

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danosrosegarden · 6 months

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simple fun - percy dolarhyde x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day nineteen. prompt: lovebites. 🎃}

{contains: descriptions of hickies and rougher sex, and a minor dash of angst/pining.}

☽ The pain that whispered and sizzled throughout the skin of your neck ached something fierce, but damn if those dark splotches of broken flesh weren't an enchanting sight.

☽ Percy was a fool. A spoiled hooligan, an obnoxious drunk, a man you shouldn't have wasted time entangling yourself with. But God, the way he handled you always left you thirsty for more. He wasn't a bad looking fellow, either. Just a handsome man with a bitter, bratty attitude.

☽ His hands were dry and calloused, and they would grip your hips with a tenacious hold as he fucked into you hard and fast. His pace was sloppy, yet ruthless. Anything to watch your pretty face scrunch, anything to hear your shot voice crackle.

☽ Percy was sweet when he wanted to be. That was the problem. He knew how to hold you gently after painting your innards, knew just what candy-sweet things to whisper in your ear to make you melt. It was just that most times, he didn't care for the sugar. It was only about going faster, harder, rougher, louder. It was about tugging hair, scratching skin. It was about control. Power.

☽ Fine by you. His cock was the best thing about him, anyhow. So what if you secretly wished he'd hold you closer after filling you up? Who cared about the black hole emptiness that swallowed your stomach when he left? You two were just having simple fun, right? Nothing more.

☽ And after all, it was difficult to think of those belly-churning thoughts when his teeth were bumping along your jawline. Your hand found its way to the back of his head. You pet his hair as he planted wet, grazing kisses along your skin. He'd make his way down to your neck and bare collarbones and you'd hear yourself gasp.

☽ Percy was yours in a peculiar kind of way, wasn't he? Sure, he had his papa's money and probably paid for a good whore every now and then, and truthfully, that thought nibbled at your heartstrings a bit. But for now, here he was. His lips were on your skin and your skin was lathered in proof he wanted you. That could be enough for now.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #percy dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde x you #percy dolarhyde x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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babybluebex · 2 years

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request: percy dolarhyde/reader, first time blow jobs? up to you whether the first timer is him or her

ok i broke my rule here bc i typically don't fulfill requests for just smut. like i just don't. but something ab this tickled me the right way, so... have this

“What’re you doing?” Percy asked as you sank to your knees, your hands moving to unbutton his pants.

“It’s this thing I heard about,” you started as your fingers undid his belt. “I read ‘bout it in one of those penny novels you bought me.”

Your husband shifted his weight above you as he thought about your current actions, and he laughed as he looked down at you. “You’re sayin’ that, whatever you’re ‘bout to do, I brought it ‘round? Buying you that book?”

You shrugged, and Percy laughed. Being as young as you were and being married, it wasn’t unheard of for you two to experiment quite a bit, having sex whenever you could. Percy was the more experienced of you two, but what you lacked in experience, you made up for in curiosity. Whatever Percy asked to do, you were typically pretty on board for, even the more extreme ones. Just the other night, Percy had hiked up your skirt and buried his head between your thighs, and he used his lips and tongue to bring you to your peak. You had tugged on his hair and uselessly moaned and whined until you covered his lips in your cum, and he had smiled and said, “God, you taste good. You gonna let me do it again?”

Ever since, you had wondered how exactly you could repay him, and, during the day as Percy worked with his father at their business (Percy had just about cried when he told you that his father was rebranding to Dolarhyde and Son, and the new job had put Percy on the relatively straight-and-narrow), you had sat and read your book and found your answer. The girl in the novel had called it a “below job”, although you hated the sound of that; it was as equivalent as you could think to repay your husband for what he had done to you.

You finished working at Percy’s pants, pulling them down his thick thighs, and you smiled up at him. “Ready?” you asked him, taking his cock in your hand. You stroked him gently, wanting to get his blood flowing just a little bit before you really started.

“Am I?” Percy chuckled. “I’m gettin’ a little nervous.”

“No need to worry,” you told him, and you finally put your mouth on him. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, and he gave a quick moan at the sudden feeling.

“Jesus!” he laughed, and your glee ran hot in your chest. “Woman, you really ain’t ‘bout to…?”

You moved your lips from off of him, taking his half-hard cock in your hand again and stroking him more, and you gently licked at the spongy head of his cock. “This is what I told you I’d do,” you said. “D’ya like it?”

“It’s new,” Percy chuckled. One of his hands touched your head, his fingers lightly curling in your hair, and he added, “Ya sure you wanna do this?”

“You did this to me,” you told him. “Or what’s the same for me, I suppose. It’s only fair that I repay you.”

Percy smiled down at you. “Alright, then,” he said. “Do what you wanna do, little lady. I ain’t stoppin’ ya, not when your mouth feels so damn good on me.”

“Good,” you said, and you licked at him again, just the way your book had described. Small beads of precum had already started to collect on the head of his cock, and you licked them up. The taste of all of it was heavy on your tongue, but you say how much Percy seemed to love it.“‘Cause I feel like spoilin’ you.”

You took him into your mouth again, and Percy tugged tight on your hair. You felt his hips instinctually try to jerk forward into your mouth, but he stopped himself and mumbled, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good… Your fuckin’ mouth…”

You grabbed at his pants and tugged him closer, helping him slide further between your spit-soaked lips, and his fist became torturous in your hair as you began to suck him down. Your mouth, hot and wet, wasn’t like anything your husband had ever felt before, and his little breaths and moans as you did your job were music to your ears. Sometimes, he’d mumble little half-sentences— “Good fuckin’... Jesus Christ, baby…” You had never heard your husband use such awful language, not even during regular sex, and it made a nice heat bloom in your chest and your pussy. You loved seeing Percy resolved down to little bits like this, and you lightly scratched down his exposed thigh.

“God!” he yelped, and his cock throbbed against your tongue. “Woman, you might could kill me doin’ that.”

You let him fall from your mouth, and you took a steadying breath as your hand resumed the job that your mouth had been doing. “Ya like it?” you asked, and Percy, his cheeks red and his eyes blown out, nodded quickly.

“I might buy you those little books more often,” Percy laughed. “Is there other stuff in ‘em that I might like to know?”

“I don’t know,” you teased, your thumb working itself across the slit in the head of his cock. “You might just have to see.”

“Jesus,” Percy huffed, although smiling. “You’ll kill me someday, woman.”

“I sure hope not,” you told him, and you sunk your mouth back on him. You went quicker with your work, sucking him down and swallowing the eager little beads of precum that leaked from him. Percy was responsive, moaning and grabbing your hair and smoothing his hand down your cheek. You looked up to his face through your eyelashes, at his red cheeks and blown eyes, and he thrusted into your mouth suddenly.

“I’m gonna cum,” Percy announced, and you worked quicker, hollowing your cheeks and tightening your mouth around him, taking down every inch he had to offer until you felt the head of his cock touch the soft flesh at the back of your throat. Percy must have felt it as well, because his grip in your hair became almost painful. “Takin’ me all down like this, what a good whore… Suckin’ my cock, God, you’re as pretty as a picture down there. You’re makin’ me wanna do this to you.”

With that, Percy took control of the act, stabilizing your head as he thrusted into your mouth. You relaxed your throat for him and let him do as he pleased, fucking your mouth hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. Your hands grabbed at his ass, digging your nails in the way he liked, and his mouth fell open in ecstasy as his cock throbbed in your mouth. Within seconds, he was spilling himself down your throat, and you sputtered at the taste of his spunk. No matter the taste of it, though, you swallowed it all down, like the girl in your novel had. Your Percy was reacting awfully close to what the man had done, a tired pleasure turning his face pink, and he finally pulled himself from your mouth. His softening cock was wet and glistening with a mix of your spit and his cum, and he dragged you to your feet and kissed you hard. You expected him to balk at the taste and break the kiss, but he moaned softly and dragged you closer and closer, as close as he could without absorbing you into his chest.

“Damn,” he whispered once he finally broke the kiss, and he pushed your loose hair behind your ear. “I think I damn near saw God, little lady.”

“Really?” you giggled. “You liked it?”

“More than you know,” Percy chuckled. “Now, lay your pretty ass down on that bed and let me eat your pussy.”

#bex answers #anon ask #anon request #percy dolarhyde smut #percy dolarhyde x reader #percy dolarhyde #paul dano x reader #paul dano #cowboys and aliens #once again. awful source material.#but i am not immune to the damn fool dolarhyde kid's charm

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